In my life, there had never been a miracle until the day I met you.
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My head hurts...
At this moment, it's midnight.
In the spacious room of the villa, a strong smell of red wine pervades the air.
The woman in satin black pajamas leans against the headboard, uneasily covering her head with her hands. In her other hand, a tilted wine glass slowly drips dark red wine onto the Persian carpet.
The woman's curly long hair almost covers half of her face, with traces of tears at the corners of her eyes.
She struggles to prop herself up, looking out at the tranquil night sky, her expression still somewhat dazed.
She dreams again of the first time she met him.
The boy who was as beautiful as cherry blossoms, later she found out his name was Ye Cheng.
...
The first time Zimei met Ye Cheng, she was still a rebellious heiress.
With dyed yellow hair, blowing bubble gum, driving a cool motorcycle and racing down the streets of Liang City.
In an alley near the school.
