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I was lying on the bed in the emergency room when the pungent smell of almonds filled the air. Lu Yan finally arrived, with paint from the studio still stained on his coat. Next to him, followed the girl named Lin Qingyue. "Wanwan, Qingyue's heart is not feeling well. I'll take her for a checkup first. You wait for me here." I watched him hold Lin Qingyue's wrist tightly, as if it was some fragile treasure. Not long ago, he held my hand like this and said over and over again that he would never let me be wronged again. It turns out that preference is never eternal, it will be given to others without warning one day. "No need." I pulled out the infusion needle in my hand, and blood seeped out instantly. "The mainland painter has limited energy, so don't run around." I stepped on the cold ground with my bare feet and walked out of the hospital without looking back.

Li Erming had no mother when he was three years old, and his father died when he was eighteen. After Li Erming met Lin Shi and Wang Kaixuan in junior high school, he gradually realized that everyone's hopes were different. Li Erming will be himself, and his hopes will be reconstructed.