Canpy_Tim

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At one place, an accident on a rainy night turned a high school graduate, Mu Lihai's life upside down. He was sent abroad in order to help him recover from the memories of that day and his head was filled with nothing but guilt, believing that he had killed someone and become a murderer.

On another place, Li Yao was devastated. Her mother had died on an unprecedented accident and she didn't know what really happened on that day. Her life wasn't the same anymore and she lived with nothing but hatred. Hatred towards the person who hit her mother with his car and hatred towards her relatives who never got past arm's length but wanted to covet her parents' wealth.

What would happen if fate decided to play the two as main characters of their story? And what would become of them as they crossed path and were unknowingly attracted with the other on the first sight? 

They confessed and followed their heart. 

But as one day.. she got to know the truth, would her love stay or stray?

Once he became aware of his own sin towards the woman he loved, would he choose to just let go or to hold tight?



R-18 warning in some of the chapters

*The picture is not mine (from Pinterest), all rights go to the rightful owner*

His Little Lover: Finding the Way Back

"So you won't be alone tonight?" Mu Lihai asked. Li Yao looked at the side profile of her boyfriend who was driving and she nodded.

"Yeah, my best friend's coming to celebrate New Year. And I think she needs someone to talk to, I can sense that she's troubled with something." Li Yao told Mu Lihai with a smile.

"Well, that's good. Send my Happy New Year regards to her." he pulled up in front of Li Yao's apartment building. Then, he opened his arms wide for a hug. Li Yao raised her brow but immediately dipped into his cold torso.

"Because she has been taking care of my girlfriend all this time." Mu Lihai kissed her crown with passion and he didn't let go for almost ten seconds.

"You're so polite." Li Yao giggled softly and she went closer to the crook of his neck, inhaling her favorite manly scent on his body. The smell she had grown accustomed to and would never leave her alone.

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