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Song Youran didn't know what the current Xie Jingchuan was thinking.
Ever since the joke at the wedding shop that day, the man had forced her to move back to their old villa with the little guy.
The plants she had planted before were still there, growing lustily.
Xie Jingchuan had cooked all three meals from the kitchen, so there was no chance for her to touch his hands.
The little guy's bedtime story was always told by him. Although he insisted on sharing the bed with her every night, he never forced her to do anything.
Just when he thought she was asleep, he took her in his arms and gently kissed her forehead.
This man had been praised by others for the better part of his life.
She had always been aloof and superior to her former self.
After her, it gradually turned into a look of worry about gains and losses.
Song Youran would sometimes become a little absent-minded.
It was as if these ten years of suffering were all a nightmare.
After waking up.
Next to him was a well-behaved little guy, and a gentle and caring husband.
Sometimes, she felt that her current life was just an illusion.
When the wind blew, everything dispersed.
After the pain of love penetrated his heart, he did not believe in anything and could no longer be like before, devoted to someone else.
Xie Jingchuan seemed to know what she was thinking about. A month later, he arranged an extremely big wedding for her.
Song Youran didn't care about anything. He didn't refuse her and wasn't very happy either.
Everything was arranged by him.
It seemed like if they exchanged all of their identities that happened ten years ago, they would be able to do it again.
On the other hand, the little guy was very happy. He wore a small suit and happily worked as a flower boy.
Song Youran once again put on the wedding dress and stood beside Xie Jingchuan. As he listened to him speaking in front of the Priest, he sincerely and sincerely swore, "No matter if he is alive or sick, he will always love and protect her and will never abandon her??"
It was exactly the same as what she had said to him at her wedding ten years ago.
Song Youran laughed somewhat mockingly.
In the past, I've always heard the old saying, love one person can only love three points, the remaining seven points, to be used to love oneself.
Tens of thousands of lessons.
Song Youran just did not believe it.
He had lost everything after knocking his head against the wall.
But when she didn't want anything, and didn't want to give Xie Jingchuan a single bit of love, he held her tightly.
Song Youran will not be the bride to make a speech.
This was her last act of perseverance.
The wedding host was ru ing around the room in a hurry as he tried to persuade her.
However, Song Youran smiled and said, "I became this Mrs. Xie for the sake of money, for the sake of giving morning a better life, for the sake of revenge, how could I possibly say that I love you?"
She was the same as Xie Jingchuan back then.
His heart had clearly wavered a long time ago, yet he said the most heartless words in order to maintain the last sliver of consciousness.
"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it." Xie Jingchuan held her hand.
He wore a white suit and was tall and handsome and tall.
Even her smile was gentle. Gradually, it turned into the appearance that she once liked the most.
Song Youran's eyes became slightly moist, and she quickly lowered her eyes, covering up all her emotions.
"I know you haven't forgiven me, but it doesn't matter." Xie Jingchuan embraced her, his voice was gentle yet persistent, "I will use my remaining life to make up for ten years of your pain."
Song Youran raised her head to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes.
Xie Jingchuan bent over and kissed the corners of her eyes, "It doesn't matter how you take revenge on me; we still have a very long life."
The whole world is filled with flowers and blessings.
Song Youran was asking him, "Xie Jingchuan, Love has long reached the end of the road. Can it really come back?"
Xie Jingchuan said, "I only know that for the rest of my life, you are the only one who will achieve perfection."
She had been too excited by love and too paranoid.
And now, he finally loved her dearly and held her in his hands.
All the ferocity to the peace, love or hate has become the mark of youth left behind.
Only now did he realize that the person he missed the most was by his side. That was the happiest thing to happen.
The rest of his life was very long, and he could slowly mend the cracks that had formed when he rebuilt the mirror into a unique appearance.
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