massive family fortune. I was from a small, impoverished town, a kid who fought his way into a top univ

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chable. That night, she had a fight with her family and drank too much. I was tasked with taking her to a quiet room to rest. She lay on th

h a voice that was both imperious and vuln

tiful creature who could destroy me without a second thought. But I was mesme

a nobody who had tricked their precious daughter. They made my life difficult, but I endured it all. I thought that

ruggling venture into a profitable business. I learned to cook her favorite dishes, I took care of her when she was sick, I handled all the

He was her one true love, the "white moonlight" of her life. I knew I could never compete with a memory

old myself that sincerity could move mountains, that water could wear away stone. I kept tell

smile and a face that was a near-perfect copy of Qi Mufan. He was

e fool, pretending that my love was enough. The candle had burned