Taken from Teresa Teng's song "I Only Care About You" - As time goes by, I only care about you
As time goes by in a hurry, she only cares about her.
Returning is a place of belonging, leaving is a journey. The difference of one word makes a world of difference.
The first 30 chapters: Dongguan Youth Campus Jiangxi Line (the details will be optimized and added later)
Growing up in London·Paranoid Chen Jinxian, it is recommended to start reading after Chapter 30
"Jiang Xi, you said you love me, I love you, just say something, you say something and I will stay! Please, I love you..." Seven years ago, Zhang Rong's eyes were filled with tears, like a desperate madman, crushing his self-esteem and begging his lover to save him.
"Let's go, I... Wish you peace in your ups and downs." Jiang Xi fled in a hurry, leaving only a decisive blessing, but in an uninhabited corner, her eyes were locked on Zhang Rong's back - she was afraid that if she had one more second, the surging love would burst the dam and break her lover's flying wings with her own hands. Zhang Rong's future should have been bright.
The lights on the other side of the Thames were reflected on the dark water, broken and blurry. "I'm sorry... Daisy... I can't..."
"Why?" Daisy's voice was trembling, and her hand holding the bouquet dropped weakly. The delicate roses looked a little decadent in the dim light, "It's because... You have someone else in your heart, right?" The French girl's directness seemed particularly cruel and accurate at this moment.
London, rainy night. "Why don't you agree to me?" Chen Jin pulled Zhang Rong closer, his breath smelling of alcohol sprayed on the shell of her ear, and pinched her chin with his other hand, forcing her to raise her head. A kiss with a sense of punishment and plunder fell heavily on Zhang Xuan's fair neck, leaving an ambiguous red mark.
Seven years later
News and photos of the wedding quickly occupied the headlines of major financial sections and social media. "Chinese-American female writer Zhang Rong married business tycoon Chen Jin in London", "Talented beauty? An in-depth reveal of Chen Jin and her 'muse' bride"... The titles are different, but they are all accompanied by the same photo - Chen Jin lowered his head to kiss Zhang Rong in front of the altar, and the sun shone on them through the stained glass. The picture was as beautiful as a classical oil painting.
The emerald green ring hurt Jiang Xi between Zhang Xin's fingers.
"Zhang Rong," a warm kiss burned on the shell of the ear, and a strong embrace that could not be broken away. Jiang Xi's voice was low and beguiling: "We are husband and wife. You are my wife, and I am your wife... Everything I have belongs to you, and you can only belong to me."
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Concept: The dull and sour flowers grow stubbornly in the conflict and wind and rain
