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... tears. It was as if all her grievances had exploded at this moment and she threw herself into his embrace.

Qi Shenbai put down the umbrella and hugged her tightly, letting the rain beat on their bodies.

Qi Shenbai’s clothes were also wet by now, but Xu Jiaojiao seemed to be able to feel warmth and security from him anyway.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Qi Shenbai patted her back to comfort her, but her sobs did not stop.

The two of them were drenched in the rain and gr ...

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Some say he is the biggest scum of the South Zhanbu Continent, that he’s colluding with the dark sects to cheat, steal, and commit all manner of atrocities.

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Four years ago, Mu Xueyi and Zhou Zhenyue broke up.
Four years later, a news exploded in the business world, and President Zhou committed suicide by jumping off the building because he couldn’t let go of his old relationship.
Mu Xueyi thought she didn’t like Zhou Zhenyue, the Zhou family and the Mu family were incompatible business rivals. And when she approached Zhou Zhenyue, she was only forced by her father to be an undercover agent, cooperating with Mu Shi to steal business secrets.
Her father stole the document, and her and Zhou Zhenyue’s fate would naturally come to an end.
But……
It wasn’t until Zhou Zhenyue jumped off the building for her that she suddenly understood why she was so sad after breaking up.
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So Mu Xueyi resolutely crashed and died on Zhou Zhenyue’s tombstone.
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Unexpectedly, I closed my eyes and opened my eyes,
Reborn to a year ago.
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? ? ?
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Dear, your very familiar crematorium is in place~

[Gentle President Attack x Little White Flowers in the Early Stage, Blackening and Crazy Criticism of Beauty in the Late Stage]
-Ending HE
– Suffering from hardships, not slag
-The two heroines are not mine, but they are not perfect saints
– The above attack refers to the character, the essence is mutual attack
– Background default same-sex marriageable
– Anti-theft ratio is 100%

Content tags: Urban love, broken mirror, reunion, love contract, rebirth
Search keywords: protagonist: Zhou Zhenyue, Mu Xueyi ┃ Other:
One-sentence introduction: Running for a while, chasing his wife in the crematorium
Concept: The best way to love someone is sincerity, not deception

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