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Su Yunwan was personally sent to a mental hospital by her husband Ye Zhiyan on their third wedding anniversary. "You are just her substitute." He crushed her wedding ring, "Now that she is back, it's time for you to disappear." Three months later, Su Yunwan "died" in a carefully planned fire. At the funeral, Ye Zhiyan held the urn and screamed: "Who allowed you to die?" Until he met the woman wearing the iris mask at the auction-- The red mole on her collarbone was exactly the same as Lin Wan's. "One hundred million." He pulled off her mask in front of everyone. The burn scars under the mask are crisscrossed: "Mr. Ye admitted the wrong person. I am Xu Shiyue's twin sister." He sneered and pinched her neck: "Then make atonement for her." When the truth was revealed, Ye Zhiyan knelt in the heavy rain and begged her to turn back. Su Yunwan lit the blue diamond necklace he gave her: "Ye Zhiyan, I don't want you this time."

The relationship between childhood sweethearts and Xianyun Yehe disappeared. Among them, some were shy and only dared to look at her affectionately from a distance, some were sweet and attentive like ancient times, and some deliberately showed off their manliness in front of her, spending money boldly. They were all kind and well-intentioned, and they were all willing to get close to her. She didn't want to hurt any of them, so she had to adopt an avoidance attitude.

In Mingyue Pavilion, Ye Liuli stared outside the room without sadness or joy, with self-mockery in his eyes. "It's in vain that I unified the country for you and allowed you to sit safely in your current position, but you failed me like this." As he said this, tears flowed from his eyes, regretting it beyond measure. [The wind chases the fallen leaves and the leaves chase the dust, and the colorful clouds chase the moon and the moon becomes clear. ] "Liu Li~" The man called softly with a graceful demeanor. Ye Liuli's eyes were soft: "What's wrong?" "There is no one else in my eyes, you are everywhere, I love you" His eyes were full of doting and love, and his deep voice kept lingering in his ears. [Love is as unpredictable as wind and snow, but it can be shaken by the slightest movement. ]