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Chapter 139: Beauty Primary Selection

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"Thirdly, it is best not to be with each other, so that we don't owe each other..." After reading this sentence, Zi Jin's eyes became red,

Tears have also filled her black and white, clear and clear eyes.

Singing and dancing with all your heart under the cherry blossom rain,

A simple but sincere wedding in an ancient temple,

There is also the tempting roasted squab under the bright sunshine...

Ordinary companionship, simple staying together,

At this time, it turned into a life-long love debt that tied each other to each other.



"Fifth, it's best not to fall in love, so you can never abandon each other."

Affectionate words of love, whispering in the ear the vow of never leaving,

All the words we said and the things we did when we were in love,

And the promise that God will never grow old and love will never end,

Now it has all become a piece of paper.

No one can break the fate of fate.

Even though he is the only son of the current prime minister,

Even though she is a modern white-collar woman who has lived through thousands of years and firmly believes that "I have no control over my destiny."



“But we know each other once we have seen each other, and it is better to have seen each other than not.

I'm sure I'll be able to resolve my relationship with you, so I won't have to worry about life and death."

This "Poem of the Ten Commandments" seems to have been written specifically for her by predecessors.

Every word, every sentence,

Everything about her and Yu Wenmingxuan is imprinted on them.

The acquaintance and acquaintance on the pavilion,

Companionship and staying together in the woods,

Acacia and memories after separation...

Are all the beautiful feelings in the world,

They are all so identical,

If not, why can the poems of previous generations be so direct to people's hearts?

Unknowingly, tears had already fallen from my eyes,

Hot tears stained the red lips,

Licking it, the tears turned out to be bitter!

"Girl, are you... okay?"

An older interviewer,

Seeing that Zijin’s poem does not pay attention to the level,

I cried while reciting a poem that didn't pay attention to rhyme, so I asked kindly.

Zi Jin has just recovered from the memories of Yu Wenxuan...

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