[The green plums wither and the bamboo horses grow old. From now on, everyone I fall in love with will be like you.
Why do you still want to run away when you are clearly in love?
Let life overlap and turn around, people who meet again will still meet again, and people who love each other will still love each other.
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What Lin Xiaotong hated most about Lu Chen was when he would crawl over from the window without anyone noticing, sit in front of her computer with her towel wrapped around her, eat her instant noodles and watch her Korean dramas.
At the age of fourteen, she proudly raised her chin and said to him, I can't possibly like you.
At the age of nineteen, she showed up at the boys' dormitory with him leading her, and with a straight face, she washed and swept the floor for him, made his bed and dried his quilt.
An accident forced her to move away from home. She was obviously the one who had the right to hate her. Why did he treat her so coldly when they reunited in a different place many years later?
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Can you really forget the person you once loved the most? If one day you meet him again, is he really him? Is it still possible? Is this the tolerance of fate, or another malicious joke.
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Lin Xiaotong thought happiness was to be married to the man she loved, have a family, and stay together for the rest of her life.
However, after going through all kinds of hardships, she finally reunited with her then lover, but her mother-in-law kept inserting the so-called goddaughter between them time and time again. The secrets from three years ago were mixed with various misunderstandings between the two and the disputes of interests between the families.
A pair of beautiful people, childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven. But because he was in a high-ranking official's family and in a government compound, he couldn't help himself, and his love was deep and lifeless.
In the midst of lies, deception and temptation, does deep love defeat hatred, or does sincerity defeat interests...
In those years, from Beijing to Chengdu, from China to Paris, we had no chance to see each other again. And will love leave...
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