When the thirty-year-old Zhan Ye met her for the first time, he just remembered those determined eyes, because that kind of back helped him get out of his confusion.
That year, Zhanye only knew that the girl seemed to be an orphan, and that she wanted to sell herself to raise a younger brother. There was countless pressure on her small shoulders, but she still didn't seem to hesitate. Her momentum seemed to be that she wanted to fight the whole world.
Thirty-one-year-old Zhan Ye met her for the second time, and because of those little tears, his determination in his heart was shaken, and his heart was disturbed by that petite body.
That year Zhanye didn't know where the girl was going with her suitcase, but her tired face and tears in her sleep were different from the last time they met.
She was so weak that he couldn't help but want to hold that little body in his arms and drive away all the nightmares for her. But in the end, the two of them missed each other. They didn't even know each other's names and passed by each other again.
Becoming a stranger again.
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Now thirty-two years old, Zhan Ye stood tall on the military playground, looking up at the stars, and couldn't help but laugh wryly at himself. The back of a little girl flashed through his mind so clearly that he not only laughed at himself but also
Smiling bitterly, there is no way to relieve sorrow.
Looking at the starry sky, he murmured to himself: "My thirty-second birthday wish, I hope to meet that girl again and see if she is doing well?"
The soft voice fell and drifted with the wind. No one heard it, and Zhan Ye didn't know it at this moment. The first meeting at thirty years old, the reunion at thirty-one years old, and the wish at thirty-two years old came true in a few months.
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No one expected that on Zhanye’s thirty-third birthday, he would marry her as his wife, as the only woman they would spend their entire lives with...
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If there really is a god in this world, then he must have favored Zhanye and granted him a marriage with another girl tied by a red thread. Meeting once a year, the final story has just begun...
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I was completely immersed in the tenderness of the battlefield, the silent love, and it made me roll all over the bed. If you haven’t collected articles like this yet, what are you waiting for?
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