Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

No one knows that this song "Hua Yan" was written by Ling Yao eight years ago.

It was a Saturday morning. They had been sticking together all night and were covered in each other's scent.

He was too crazy last night. She was so tired that she didn't want to move a finger. Even if she woke up, she would curl up on the bed, wishing she could lie there until the end of time.

Ling Yao was the exact opposite of her, full of energy, as if he had replenished his yang with yin. He held her face and said he wanted to take her out for some delicious food.

Xu Chuyan hugged the quilt and said lazily, "I don't want to move. I just want to lie like this."

Ling Yao said: "Then I will sing for you."

The boy had no place to put his energy, so he came over with a guitar and sang for her.

Perhaps it was because she looked too beautiful in the morning, and while he was singing, he suddenly entered the recording studio.

When he came out a few hours later, he wrote a song called "Hua Yan" and sang it for her.

She thought it sounded wonderful and couldn't help but praise it a few times.

The boy was so happy and excited as if he had eaten candy. He pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her madly.

She didn't get out of bed that day.

As fireworks exploded beside my ears, I could only hear the young man's affectionate voice whispering: "Xu Chuyan, in this life, I will only write songs for you, a woman."

Memories came like a tide, wave after wave, suffocating her heart.

For so many years, she deliberately avoided recalling the past. It turned out that not recalling the past did not mean that she had forgotten it. They were just waiting for an opportunity. When the time was right, they would come out in full force and strangle people.

Memories can kill.

Xu Chuyan pressed her chest and squatted on the side of the road, trying to ease the pain that was strangling her heart.

All heads were buried in their knees.

She didn't know how long it took, perhaps thousands or even millions of years, before she suppressed the suffocating pain and slowly stood up.

The lights are dim late at night.

There was a sports car parked in front of me, and in it sat a cool man. His hat almost covered half of his face, leaving only a beautiful jade-like chin exposed.

Even though she only caught a glimpse of the chin, Xu Chuyan recognized it in an instant. Her mind buzzed, and the wall that had been built for eight years collapsed in an instant.

She took off running.

Their relationship started when she got into his car.

She was the one who wanted to play at the beginning, and she was the one who couldn't afford to play in the end.

She thought that after eight years of hard work, she had already become what people called an elite, confident and generous, and able to control her own destiny.

But when she got there, she just wanted to run.

In fact, nothing has changed. He is still a young man in the clouds, and she is still a speck of dust in the mud.

Xu Chuyan ran with tears streaming down her face.

On the street late at night, a woman was running frantically, and a sports car was chasing her slowly...

After running for an unknown amount of time, Xu Chuyan became tired and could not run anymore.

Leaning against a tree by the roadside, gasping for breath.

She was so tired that she forgot about the embarrassment and heartache. She just gasped for breath to make sure she could stay alive.

Ling Yao opened the door of the sports car and walked in front of her.

The long shadow completely enveloped her.

"Xu Chuyan, are you still running?"

Xu Chuyan forced a smile and said, "I can't run anymore."

"If you can't run, get in the car."

"do not want!"

"Why not?"

“No reason!”

"So, just like when you abandoned me back then, there was no reason for it. Xu Chuyan, even a death row inmate can understand their own death before they die. I was broken up with for no apparent reason, and I don't even deserve to ask for the reason?"

Xu Chuyan: “…”

He raised his head and said, "I wrote the reason in the breakup letter. Our personalities are not compatible."

Ling Yao's eyes were red as he suppressed his anger tightly. "Incompatible personalities? Where did you come to that conclusion? Is it that our thoughts are incompatible, our lives are incompatible, or our sex lives are incompatible, huh?"