Feng Qing

Thirteen years ago, the bond between him and her was severed. Now, it was strengthening, like a secret slowly unraveling.

For Zhao Fengqing, their youth was a bit absurd.

The first words he spoke to her were: ‘Get lost.’

His initial impression of her was cold and sarcastic.

Her love and innocence were buried that night.

But for Jiang Yin, she was the passion he had been suppressing.

Over the years, he searched for another her, using Zhao Fengqing’s characteristics as a benchmark. But none of those people were her.

He wasn’t obsessed with women; he was obsessed with Zhao Fengqing.

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The most flawless lie is the one that turns a falsehood into truth.