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He suddenly mumbled something like a child. He closed his eyes, beaming with joy. His originally tight skin instantly relaxed, and he slowly lifted his arms to embrace his neck …

Ever since her mother and father divorced, her father never cared about her again. Her stepmother's scolding, Mi Yang's cold eyes, and taking advantage of the situation to bully her. All these years, she had never felt any trace of warmth from him.

She suddenly took a deep breath. Just thinking of his name caused her heart to twitch. That was all she had hoped for when she was young. All her dreams.

However, he only brought her endless nightmares, making her unable to easily believe in a man, unable to believe that there was pure love in this world.

Meeting Shen Canghao was an accident in her life. This kind of man was alive in a world thousands of miles away from her own. He was domineering, merciless, and flowery, but also gentle to the point that he captivated others.

She was a woman, not an exception to the rule of this world. She was made of flesh and blood, and after embracing, she would have fantasies and dreams.

However, she knew that this man wouldn't belong to her, but she also knew how crazily she was crying in her heart. Who could give me any warmth?

Even though the warmth was filled with a domineering, merciless moment of devotion from a man.

The morning light was bright, and the summer sun, piercing through the thick curtains, had turned a soft orange. On the opposite wall was a painting of the back of a girl in a white dress, holding a handful of sunflowers with one hand behind her back.

She stared fixedly at the screen, as if her entire soul was attracted to it.

Why is there such a painting on the wall here? Who could the person in this painting be? The melody of a melody could be heard from the other side of the room as she pointed to the area beside her with a smile. It was ice-cold …

Only when she stepped down barefooted did she realize that her injured foot seemed to have become even more red and swollen, and was in some pain.

It's PromiseDon 'eEasy, a promise that is hard to come by, and I've heard it before. It's one of the classic English songs.

That person's voice was so clean. In the morning sunlight, it was beautiful and moving.

She followed the sound and walked over. It was a bedroom with a mahogany door. The door was ajar, so she could hear the singing even more clearly.

She quietly put her eyes up, but she only saw Shen Canghao, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

He wore a clean white cotton shirt and quietly sat in the afternoon sunlight. It was unknown what he was looking at, but it seemed even more interesting when he was focusing on a man.

The melody of the song instantly filled her ears. She was surprised to find that this room was filled with paintings: the back of a girl, the side of a girl, large patches of sunflower ocean, large patches of beaches, and a large portion of men's facial sketches and colored drawings … No matter how he looked at it, it looked like it was the man who hugged him last night.

On the other side, there was a blank wall, but it was a high level bookcase that went all the way up to the ceiling. One side was filled with all kinds of books, while the other side was filled with frightening CDs.

Grinning, she ignored the paintings and pulled out a CD in curiosity, only to discover that it was Sarah Brightman's album. She couldn't help but smile happily. She really liked that song at Scarborough Market! But there was no money to buy a genuine CD!

"Shen Canghao, can I go back and listen to this CD?"

Ye Zichen waved the album in his hand happily, while he spoke up with a look of anticipation on his face.

The man sitting on the floor immediately turned his head, and his gaze directly swept over that smiling, sweet face, and landed on the old CD in her hands.

If he remembered correctly, it was the 70th of the year, when he and Sulay had first met and bought it together.