For the rest of our life

For the rest of our life

For The Rest Of Our Life – Chapter 151

It’s me, Lin Zhan After Lin Xian left, this paradise that once had warmth and joy turned into a cold and lonely world for Xiao Wanqing. Suppressing her cries, Xiao Wanqing leaned against the closed security door, her eyes red and swollen. Her disheveled hair stuck to her tear-stained cheeks, her arms wrapped around her […]

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For The Rest Of Our Life – Chapter 149

I’ll go pick you up Lin Xian’s heart felt like it was being cut by a knife as she turned her head to look at her lover, who looked embarrassed and disheveled, resembling a wilted leaf in the wind. Gritting her teeth, she stubbornly insisted, “I’m not leaving.” She supported Zhou Qin, who seemed weak

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For The Rest Of Our Life – Chapter 147

Untitled In the room of the Shi Jinglan’s apartment, there was only a small bedside lamp illuminating the space. Wen Tong gently ran her fingers through her freshly dried hair, half-leaning on the bed, letting out a sigh of frustration. Shi Jinglan was simply a workaholic; who would come back home in the wee hours

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For The Rest Of Our Life – Chapter 145

Summer home field In the wee hours approaching one o’clock, Xia Zhijin arrived in Anjiang City. As soon as she got off the plane, she immediately checked her phone, hoping to see if Shi Man had replied to her calls. To her disappointment, aside from New Year greetings from friends, there were no missed calls

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For The Rest Of Our Life – Chapter 144

Sing to you what I’m singing Distance from Anjiang City a thousand miles away, Xia Zhijin finally finished filming her scenes despite just getting a two-day break for New Year’s Day only to be asked last minute to shoot additional scenes. Despite it being New Year’s Eve, there was no festive atmosphere on set at

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For The Rest Of Our Life – Chapter 142

Untitled In the bedroom, under the dim and warm light, Lin Xian’s legs intertwined intimately with Xiao Wanqing beneath the thin blanket. She sat half upright, leaning against Xiao Wanqing’s chest, joyfully flipping through the precious gift Xiao Wanqing had given her. “Xiao Panpan, you were so fair and tender when you were little,” Lin

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