Ji Wuyin was the most irritating rose in Beijing, but she held all her edge for Song Zhiyu. Everyone said she was in love, even Song Zhiyu thought so.
But in the end, she still left without looking back. Later, when they met again, Ji Wuyin's hands were bound and Song Zhiyu was pressing him down. His eyes were forbearing and restrained: "I caught you, little liar."
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