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 entered the room with her letter completely soaked.


Aunt Zhong, seeing her dripping hair, quickly handed her a dry towel.


Lin Gantang casually wiped her hair and changed into a fresh set of clothes, before finding some paper and a pen, and with downcast eyes, she rewrote the love letter.


"Take this to him, and say it was found at the front door downstairs without getting wet," Lin Gantang handed it to Aunt Zhong.


Following behind Aunt Zhong, Lin Gantang saw a ray of light brighten Wen Yanqing's gloomy face as he took the letter. His features softened into a visible appreciation: "Thank you."


His spirits lifted, Lin Gantang showed a faint smile.


Wen Yanqing fondled the letter, carefully putting it back into place.


The rain continued to fall, showing no sign of letting up.


After Aunt Zhong left, Wen Yanqing walked to the window and opened it halfway, letting the moist rain blow in, falling on his face and fluttering against his clothes.


Chapter 711 At first, he had nothing