No Candy in My Pocket

When Lin Gantang was reborn, the priest was just asking her, "Do you agree to take him as your lawfully wedded husband? To be loyal to him regardless of sickness or health, wealth or poverty, until death do you apart?" 

The tragedy of her previous life began with her deep love for Gu Mou, so Lin Gantang replied, "I won't." 

The guests were in an uproar. 

Everyone knew that Wen Yanqing had loved Lin Gantang for a solid eight years, but she had never once looked back at him. He wasn't the groom, so Wen Yanqing left with a heavy heart and ventured far away.

However, he later learned that the bride had fled the wedding. 

Lin Gantang had countless ways to salvage the fading relationships with her loved ones and friends, but she didn't know what to do when it came to Wen Yanqing, the one she had deceived, humiliated, and trampled upon his sincerity. 

Lin Gantang said, "It's so difficult. I can't possibly give myself to him in exchange for everything I've done to him, can I?" 

Wen Yanqing responded, "Why not? That's all I wish for."

After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Lin Gantang hurriedly hung up the phone and went to stop the fight.

Ximi had the most docile temperament, but would stiffen up whenever it saw the tabby cat. The pair were born to be at odds with each other, and they would fight whenever they met.

The tabby stood in front of Lin Gantang, not letting Ximi get close.

Lin Gantang's head hurt when she thought of Wen Yanqing's words about the tabby cat being jealous.

Beside them, Sweet Wine, Joy and Vitamin E were licking their paws and watching from afar. 'Work' was all but forgotten, and Lin Gantang's headache was getting worse.

In the end, the most obedient one was actually Blackie.

As expected of the divine beast that guarded the house, it squatted steadily without moving an inch. Its bronze eyes were calm and composed, and nothing in the world was enough to make it lose its color. Lin Gantang suspected that it could cultivate and ascend if given some time.

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