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Lin Qing was born in 1960. She often thought that if she had not returned to the Zhang family after Mrs. Lin's death, and had not let the Zhang family occupy the old lady's house and property, wouldn't the Zhang family have not tortured her for those six years? Not to mention that she was sold by the Zhang family to a widower in his thirties when she was fourteen? Although she escaped, suffered a lot, had opportunities and wealth, and even gained a small world, she still often wondered if she could start over again? By chance, Lin Qing was reborn again - she discovered that her choice was not wrong when she was eight years old. Going back to her childhood when she was three years old, the mistakes had already started from that time. Fortunately, she still had time to make things right...

[1v1, fantasy + illogical] Wei Zhuozhuo, who only wanted to get rich suddenly, never expected to "live two lives". The name is someone else's, the face is someone else's, and the body is someone else's. Finally unable to bear it anymore, she raised her head and shouted angrily at the blue sky: Damn, you are still living someone else's life! It is okay to mess with anything in this world, but there is only one thing, that is, you cannot mess with Qian Mingye. Who is Qian Mingye? His impeccable facial features are directly proportional to his personality. As stunning as his handsome face is, his temperament will be as fierce and violent as his. No one knows where he came from. Later, they told her not to stay around him, because the people who stayed around him would slowly disappear one by one. Later, people around him said, Zhuo Zhuo, leave him quickly, he is immortal, he is an alien. Wei Zhuozhuo looked at Qian Mingye who was sleeping next to him. He would rush to buy it himself because of her casual mention that she wanted to eat snail noodles, regardless of whether it was still raining outside. In the winter, she said it was cold and wanted to wear clothes that she only had in the world. As a result, he ran to buy wool and knitted a sweater by himself that day. When she had insomnia, he would sing softly and softly over and over again to lull her to sleep. One day when she was injured and dying, she would gently wipe away the tears on her face and say, "Why are you crying? I won't let you be a widow!" [Walking alone in the vast world for countless years, we end up being a pair for the rest of our lives]