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The first time I saw him, he was as charming as he was, and as handsome as he was evil. Her closed heart opened again. She said she would not leave any ties, but she still fell deeply. She said: If he doesn't believe me, why should I stay anymore. The second time she met him, she said: The person I love is not you. It was so decisive, as if I had devoted my whole life to him and left him behind. Love till it hurts, hate till the end. It turns out that everything was just that he was mistaken. After a while, things have changed, people have changed, and everything has stopped. The past cannot be recalled. The mottled past eventually becomes a wound. You are at the end of the world, and I am at the corner of the ocean. Can he get a beautiful smile in exchange for his devotion to the world?

In seven years, she figured out one sentence: If life is just like the first time we met, how can we endure the sadness of people passing away? She wanted to say: Cheng Yanmo, if life could be like the first time we met, I would rather not have met you. In this way, I won't hold my fragile heart and let you leave a place of desolation and loneliness in my already unhappy world. Seven years ago, she spent her youth vowing that they would be able to go through the years and months to come, until time staggered through the entire life. Seven years later, she finally believed that the long wait would only bring her the sorrow of losing her beauty. He betrayed her seven years ago; why should he expect that she would forgive him seven years later? So what if he is in harmony with his son? She also has her own pride, and she will not allow him to trample on her love!

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