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On the eve of the wedding, I found a spreadsheet on Lucas' computer.
It was full of information about all the girls he had dated.
My message was: [Good character, suitable for marriage. ]
As for my first love, I said: [You are a bird, destined to soar proudly in the distant sky. ]
He said he would never marry her.
Because being his wife meant cooking three meals a day, raising children, and serving his parents.
He couldn't bear to see her do this.
I didn't yell or make a riot.
Instead, I returned to the TV station and applied to become a war correspondent in Africa again.
If it weren't for Lucas' face that looked like my first love, I wouldn't be with him.
And now, I'm going back to Africa to find the person I lost.

My Boyfriend Wants To Marry Me For His First Love

In the entire refugee camp, Lucas and I were the only two Chinese people.


Contrary to my first impression, Lucas was actually extremely dedicated to his work.


He provided me with a wealth of detailed information about casualties and supply shortages...


I compiled these numbers and stories into reports and spread them.


My first article secured a donation of nearly a thousand tons of food for the local area.


At that time, Lucas discovered an unusually high AIDS mortality rate in the refugee camp.


"We've been distributing antiretroviral drugs, but they're still dying in droves..."


"This doesn't make sense, unless they're not taking the medication at all."


I flipped through the patient records and said, "I'll look into it."


I conducted interviews everywhere and finally discovered that not just the AIDS medication, but almost all the free drugs distributed were ending up on the black market.


Chapter 19