Coming of Age
Love is a Beautiful Trap
Everyone says Qi Zheng loves me.
When we were young, girls came and went around him, but as long as I turned around, he was always there behind me.
Later, he reformed for me and kept himself chaste for me. The once unruly and rebellious playboy began to learn how to cook and take care of the household.
On my twenty-sixth birthday, he knelt on one knee before me and produced that ring symbolizing true love.
After a long silence, I said only one thing-
“Qi Zheng, Wen Yi is dead.”
Qi Zheng’s face went pale in an instant. I looked at him calmly. He said, “I never thought you’d still remember her.”
Reborn to Ruin Him
The day I gave birth, the situation was critical.
I begged Zhang Shuai to sign the consent form for a C-section, but his mother wouldn’t allow it.
Through the door, he shouted anxiously, “Zhaozhao, try a little harder, you can definitely give birth naturally.”
In the end, I suffered an amniotic fluid embolism and both mother and child died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at fifteen.
Zhang Shuai stopped me at the entrance of the village: “Zhaozhao, I heard you’re going to Vocational School too?”
