Mountain Springs

She was forced by her husband and his mistress to jump into the sea and commit suicide, only to be rescued and taken care of by the jerk's uncle for seven years.

He had become her backer and protected her meticulously. For seven years, no one dared to look down on her.

Her reputation was tarnished. She had a miscarriage and divorced before. The scumbag ex-husband was also his nephew.

On the other hand, he would not marry anyone other than her. He did not care about rumors and barbaric words, and for this, he did not hesitate to go against the entire clan.

…

Initially, she thought that the most tragic thing in life was to love the wrong person.

Later on, she realized that it wasn't. It turned out that the most tragic thing was that you finally found true love, but at that time, you were covered in wounds.

She was as cold as ice and he was passionate as fire.

She had persisted for seven years, and so had he.

In the end, she still lost to that persistent flame and agreed to marry him.

However, the night before they were about to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate, she woke up and returned ten years ago.

That year, she was in the prime of her youth. She was still as beautiful as ever, and her youth was not wasted.

That year, he was handsome and promising.

She looked at herself in front of the mirror and silently cried. "Uncle, this time, I'll give you the best.”

Dating My Scumbag Ex's Uncle

Lonelytree

I said frankly, "Is my leg broken? Is it incurable? Do I need to use a crutch or a wheelchair in the future?"

Jing Tian raised his eyebrows. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

I patted his chest with my movable hand. "It's fine. I can accept the truth."

Jing Tian pulled my hand away. "What truth? Why do you need a wheelchair or a crutch? Haven't I told you that you're fine?"

I looked at Jing Tian and said carefully, "Now you're more like your normal self. You were so gentle earlier that I had to assume the worst."

Jing Tian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He poked my forehead. "What's all this nonsense in your head? We should send you to the neurological department to see if your head is injured too!"

I felt more at ease when he used this incredulous tone. I reached out to hug his arm. I rubbed my face against it. "Well, I was heavily injured. Can you blame me for thinking that I'd be crippled?"

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