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You are my fate, like a meteor passing through my window, entangled every day and every night, you are like a premeditator, devouring my heart step by step, until I am exhausted in this disaster. Cruel as you are, when I have learned to sink into the happy castle you gave me like Cinderella, looking forward to our happiness, in the end I am just a tool of revenge in your grudges, Xia Minglang, do you want to see me in pain after I fall in love with you? If so, I admit that you have stolen my heart. I lost, but you won! There may be a kind of love in this world that means torturing each other. It is clearly unforgettable in the heart, but it is said so lightly on the lips. What I want is not to enjoy the aura brought to me by your wealthy family, what I want is not your bloodthirsty eyes and cruel coldness, and what I want is not even Xia Minglang, who is so lonely in your heart but is the master of the wind and rain. You know, these are not what I want! The snow was falling that winter, and it was Yilin who said those words to Xia Minglang in person: I love you! But it was the coldest year.

As the saying goes, a woman at eighteen is a flower but at thirty, Lin Ke'er doesn't think so. Lin Ke'er, who is about to get married at the age of twenty-eight, doesn't say a word about her marriage. Every year seems to go by faster. Once a woman's appearance is over thirty, no matter how she takes care of it, it can't compare to that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Today's world is dominated by mistresses and mistresses, which is faster than the spread of bird flu. Nowadays, girls are a little more pretty, but not all of them are economical. Find a young man while you are young. Isn't it the purpose of a woman's life to find a good man? Ke'er's mother kept nagging her earnestly, but to Lin Ke'er it was like playing the piano to a cow. After playing for a while, the wind blew, and nothing was left. Lin Ke'er, twenty-eight years old, is a customer service manager of a supermarket chain. She must have a good figure, good looks, and both inner and outer temperament. However, twenty-eight years old is still a golden single leftover girl. She is about to enter her third year. Is there a seat in the back seat of the car that belongs to her? Falling in love is like waiting for a car, there are mornings and evenings, it will come and go, marriage is like riding in a car, people come and go, the flow never stops, even if this car drives to the end of the world! In the front seat of the car, in the back seat, life will occasionally be delayed. When love comes, you will realize it later.