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[Wife Chasing Crematorium + The Growth of the Female Protagonist + The Scumbag's Repentance + The Affectionate Second Male] After five years of marriage and a four-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Ling Jingyao has always treated Jiang Shiyuan with kindness and harshness, and has been in love with the delicate Bai Yueguang. Jiang Siyuan endured everything because she loved him deeply. Until the day his daughter was notified of critical illness, Ling Jingyao comforted Bai Yueguang in Sydney and ignored his wife and daughter. Jiang Shiyuan completely woke up and handed over a divorce document. Ling Jingyao chuckled with disdain: "Leave me, what do you do for a femme fatale like you? How do you support An An?" -- Later, heavy snow covered Beijing, and a man as proud as a peacock knelt in the snow with red eyes, "Honey, it was my fault in the past, don't let me go." Before Jiang Shiyuan could say anything, the man beside her pulled her into his arms, curved his lips and sneered: "Ling Jingyao, my wife is already pregnant, and you still haven't let go?" An An then said: "Old dad, please leave quickly, don't stop us from having a chat!"

There will always be someone to warm those lonely and long years. There will also be people who, in those old days, were clearly out of reach, but could still make you dream about them. Asking for it but not getting it. "I can give you anything, my heart, my body, my joys and sorrows, I can give you all these requests!" Shen Yi stared at the girl in front of him who seemed to be floating away in the wind. He carefully looked at her eyebrows, her expression bit by bit like never before. Suddenly I realized that she was really much thinner than I thought, and more beautiful than before. But why was she in such pain now? The girl has never seen him look at her so seriously. Are you about to lose me? That's why you are like this. From here to the ground, it only takes one step. I remember that in the past, when I was young, I felt that life was supreme and that nothing in life was unbearable. In my heart, I looked down upon people who committed suicide. What a coincidence, it happened to be you, I happened to meet you when I was just in love. I had a crush on you when I was 16, I changed my name and face when I was 18, we met again at 19, I believed you said "I love you" when I was 23, I still wanted to believe in fairy tales because of your existence at 25, and at 26... We can only stop here. How many ten years can there be in life? How many ten years do I have left to love you? Tell me, tell me.