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In her previous life, An Ruoxia made a mistake. Not only did her family die, but she also died tragically in prison. Now 18 years old again, An Ruoxia vows to protect her family, find out who is behind the scenes, and take revenge on those who have hurt her. Mingming had already decided to go forward alone and carry the pain, but he was always warmed by a man to whom he had broken off the engagement. An Ruoxia sighed: "I carry a lot on my back." Ou Yichen smiled quietly: "I don't carry much, you are the only one." Xia Ruoxia's eyes darkened: "I swear I will never fall in love again in this life." Ou Yichen took her and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau: "If you don't fall in love, let's get married!"

The son of the city lord loved dogs and became obsessed with them. He raised two mastiffs to cause trouble in the city and did all kinds of evil. The female mastiff had a difficult birth, and after hearing about my mother's wonderful hands and kindheartedness, he actually took her to deliver the baby for the dog. The baby mastiff was born successfully, but my mother was bitten to death by the mastiff dogs and her body was completely destroyed. Half a month later, I entered the city lord's mansion and became a slave. Because of his skill in training dogs, he is deeply trusted. But he didn't know that I was going to create a real dog disaster for him.

"If recalling the past makes you painful, then I choose to let you forget that from today on, there will be no Mu Yunxiao in this world." Mu Yunxiao said with a smile while holding Yu Zijin in his arms. In the peach blossom forest, the gorgeous peach blossoms were flying, and Yu Zijin looked at the desolation alone: ​​"Some things that have been integrated into life, will you really forget?" There is always this wonderful time, the water and clouds are flowing, the luxurious mountain alliance, forgetting the oaths, only this moment is held in the hand and exploited, an inch of time is shallowly blank, a thought is held slowly and whispered, a moment of time has been filled, the story has become soil, looking back is a bud...