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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

I turned around, preparing to continue my escape.


The next moment, a thunderous gunshot rang out from behind.


A tremendous force struck my shoulder, the pain so intense it stole my breath away.


On his chest was a gaping wound that had completely stained his white coat red, blood gushing frantically from his mouth.


Ignoring my own injury, I fought through the pain to roll over.


I frantically pressed on his wound, utterly helpless.


A simple gesture that seemed to drain all his remaining strength.


"In the next life, will you be my little one again?"


His eyes held a mix of complex emotions.


Chapter 31