Second Chance Of Love
First love doesn't always end with a happy ending. For the happiness of the woman he loves, he wilingly let her go to another man. Since then, his heart is closed and love is only a game of feelings for him. Why should he waste his time by falling in love with someone else? Their first meeting started with a blind date where she stood him up. Fate decided to mess with their lives and they met again when she applied for a job at his company. There is no doubt that they feel something for each other, but would she be able to open his heart for love this time? After all, it is not easy to compete with the woman he has loved in his heart for 10 years. Excerpt: She stared into his eyes. "No matter how much you loved her in the past, from now on, there will only be me in your world. The unique me who will make you happy and make you forget the past. Wei Zhengsheng, I know you like me, and I hope you'll be satisfied with my existence." •••••• This is a continuation/sequel to My Little Sweet Wife, involving two secondary characters in there. Can be read as a stand-alone book, but for a better understanding, please read Book 1. • • • • English is not my first language, so please expect some grammatical errors in this book. • • • • Cherryiako's other books: » My Little Sweet Wife [Completed] » Sweet Beauty [Completed]
Her Yijun Has Returned!
Jiang Ruolan came back to her senses and stepped forward to embrace his waist symbolically. Just as she was about to take a step back, Xian Yijun suddenly hugged her tightly. She was shocked, then she heard the man whisper in her ear, "Ruolan, I'm back."
"Yi-"
"Big sister." Before she could say anything, she heard him whisper these two words into her ear.
Xian Yijun had stopped calling her sister since he was seventeen, and he had been calling her by her name ever since.
Jiang Ruolan felt her nose turn sour, as if something nostalgic had hit her. She understood and knew that with those two words, her Yijun had truly returned!
She looked up and saw his smile. The faint smile of relief, the steady clarity of a man, the sunshine and tenderness that he alone possesses. Seeing her looking up at him in a daze, he put his hand on her head and stroked her hair. "What are you daydreaming about?"