President Zhuma, Let's Separate.

At the age of ten, her world collapsed, but she could never rebuild it. For ten years, she loved Su Xin for ten years, but in the end she ended up being plotted and losing everything. Destiny, what is it? Lin Xiaxia doesn't know, she only knows how cruel her fate is, how strong she lives. You think she doesn't feel pain, but I'm sorry, you misunderstood. It's not that she doesn't feel pain, she's just used to it. People say that memories before the age of ten are vague, but Lin Xiaxia remembers it very clearly. When she was seven years old, someone told her to protect her, marry her, and take care of her. Years passed by in a hurry, and the original vows were still echoing in her ears. She just wanted to ask, does the childhood joke still count? Excerpt 1: Lin Xiaxia was sitting alone on the hospital bench, counting her fingers and counting how long she could live. Su Xin came over from the other side with the beautiful woman in his arms. The disgust on the corner of his mouth was not concealed at all, and he said with a sneer. "You're here to see a doctor too? Are you here to see the gynecologist? But I guess there's no way to save me." Her heart is cut by a knife, but she still looks like a flower. "No, it will cause harm for thousands of years." Excerpt 2: Lin Xiaxia was sitting in a wheelchair that day, looking at the light rain outside the window and thinking about something. The clerk came in from the outside and asked her with an ambiguous smile. "Sister Xia Xia, there is a handsome guy named Su Xin outside looking for you!" She endured the stinging sensation from her knees, raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and said coldly: "Oh, he! Not familiar with him." Su Xin would not know that that shot that year caused Lin Xiaxia's knees to suffer from excruciating pain every rainy night in the future!