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Monthly Rank: #2000
All Time Rank: #13263
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In his previous life, Fang Cheng’s father died and his mother was seriously ill. In order to save his mother, he was willing to sell his body and became a canary raised by the president.
The President was gentle and fragile, and he couldn’t help but fall into it.
The contract expired and the two broke up.
The president committed su*cide on the 50th day after the breakup.
The secretary said:
“Someone told Mr. He: ‘Love has the power to destroy and save a person.’”
“President He wanted to try it.”
“He didn’t want to live for a long time.”
“He wasn’t interested in everything, he felt there was no happiness and sadness, no satisfaction and disappointment.”
“He didn’t fall in love with you, so don’t be sad.”
“This so-called nurturing love was just his last self-help for himself. When he felt disappointed with the world, it didn’t matter if you compromised.”
And Fang Cheng, who was left behind, didn’t even have the qualifications to be sad.
Fang Cheng was reborn.
He exhausted all means and rushed towards He Yu full of blood.
Transferred to his school, broke into his life, and returned all the tenderness and tolerance he received from him in his previous life hundreds of times.
But the young He Yu was so gloomy, silent, and lifeless.
– How can I keep you?
– This time, will you fall in love with me?
– Please, fall in love with me.
He Yu’s eyes were really beautiful, amber with a green tone, like the leaves of early autumn wrapped in ice, clear and translucent.
He was staring at Fang Cheng with such a pair of eyes, completely ignoring the other’s red ears, and asked solemnly, “Can I solve the ‘equation’ today?”
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|05/19/23||My Second Journey||c7 part2|
|05/12/23||My Second Journey||c7 part1|
|05/08/23||My Second Journey||c6 part2|
|05/07/23||My Second Journey||c6 part1|
|05/04/23||My Second Journey||c5 part2|
|05/04/23||My Second Journey||c5 part1|
|05/04/23||My Second Journey||c4 part2|
|05/03/23||My Second Journey||c4 part1|
|05/03/23||My Second Journey||c3 part2|
|05/03/23||My Second Journey||c3 part1|
|05/03/23||My Second Journey||c2 part2|