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When we first met, love seemed like the flavor of Merlot. In a quiet little town, they met in the rain, and the air was full of fruity fragrance. Solitude in Bordeaux, love is as pure as Sauvignon Blanc. At 44 degrees north latitude, the starry sky is bright, and a gentle kiss on the forehead stirs up two throbbing hearts. Along the way, I discovered that love is nothing more than the taste of Pinot Noir. She moved forward bravely, but faced difficulties at every turn; he was deeply entangled in grudges and full of calculations at every step. Love and conspiracy meet, kindness and hatred follow each other, and a huge wave rises in the small goblet. How can she move forward fearlessly, and how can he put aside his grudge? Life is like wine, it is sour in the mouth, but has a strong aftertaste and leaves a fragrance on the tongue. A lifetime of taste is enough.

The relationship with the Lin family gradually became harmonious. However, just when Lin Yun felt like home, the massacre happened. Many brothers, sisters and elders who were friends with Lin Yun's brother and sister all died tragically!