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Blossoming Flowers

COMPLETE ! She was born in the countryside where she lived her childhood together with her weak and sick brother. While she was healthy and capable of playing outside every day, he was confined to his bed, unable to make a move, listening to her tales of the world beyond the windows. One day her brother could no longer hold on to his frail life and he succumbed to a sudden virus. Unable to cope with the loss, Jiang Yingyue took over the life of her deceased brother. Starting life anew in the capital, Jiang Yingyue became Jiang Fengmian. A lonely prince charming who never got close to anyone yet somehow her life got entangled with the fate of Han Qingshan, the young master of the Han Corporation. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, grew up as the heir to the biggest corporation in the country and one of the biggest on an international scale. He was a sunshine boy, happy and always smiling. It was like a spring breeze flitting across the road as he came by, stealing the hearts of all women. His kindness knew no bounds, but only for her would he really care, only for her would he become a wife-protecting devil. - - - - - - - - All rights to the Cover Image belongs to me. The story was previously uploaded under the name My Life or Your Memory, but due to some issues with Amazon, it was taken down. The issues have been solved, and the story is back. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/tinalynge Website: https://tinalynge.com/ Discord: https://discord.gg/SrWNTb9 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TinalyngeWebNovels/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tinalyngewebnovels/

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Jiang Yingyue had not expected to see a naked body like this, in the middle of the house, but when she thought about it, it was reasonable. Han Qingshan had rushed straight into the bathroom when he came back, not bringing clean clothes with him, and those that he had been wearing ended up completely soaked.

Han Qingshan's hair was still wet. Drops of water were trailing down his neck, leaving unrest within Jiang Yingyue as she watched. She couldn't take it anymore, and rushed past Han Qingshan, into the bathroom, found a towel and stood on her tiptoes to dry his hair.

Han Qingshan could feel the fire in his body, which had been subdued more than once, start moving as Jiang Yingyue stood in front of him. Her soft and lithe body was almost plastered against his to be able to reach his head.