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After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

When Lin Gantang was reborn, the priest was just asking her, "Do you agree to take him as your lawfully wedded husband? To be loyal to him regardless of sickness or health, wealth or poverty, until death do you apart?" The tragedy of her previous life began with her deep love for Gu Mou, so Lin Gantang replied, "I won't." The guests were in an uproar. Everyone knew that Wen Yanqing had loved Lin Gantang for a solid eight years, but she had never once looked back at him. He wasn't the groom, so Wen Yanqing left with a heavy heart and ventured far away. However, he later learned that the bride had fled the wedding. Lin Gantang had countless ways to salvage the fading relationships with her loved ones and friends, but she didn't know what to do when it came to Wen Yanqing, the one she had deceived, humiliated, and trampled upon his sincerity. Lin Gantang said, "It's so difficult. I can't possibly give myself to him in exchange for everything I've done to him, can I?" Wen Yanqing responded, "Why not? That's all I wish for."

No Candy in My Pocket · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
998 Chs

On Your Bed

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Wen Yanqing was so wonderful. He was moved by her and waited for her.

The greatest fortune that the heavens had bestowed upon her was to return her to the age of 23, giving her another chance to get close to him, to get to know him, to like him.

In her previous life, she had been hurt by her marriage. She had wandered around in fear. Now, she suddenly realized that love and marriage had never been wrong. The only mistake was her choice.

At this moment, she vaguely tasted the sweetness of her first awakening of love. She looked forward to the next few decades, to everything to do with him.

At that time, at Shengfang Group.

Yi Qian did not leave immediately after he finished his work report. Wen Yanqing saw his hesitant expression.

"Is there anything else?" Wen Yanqing looked up from the document.

Yi Qian braced himself and said yes.

His wandering gaze made Wen Yanqing stop writing. "It's not about work?" he asked.