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The neighbor's young uncle got drunk and mistook me for his pure love, passionately making love to me all night.
Upon sobering up, he coldly kicked me out of bed,
"Celestine, considering last night was your first time, I'll give you a wedding."
"As for anything else, don't even dream about it."
The man got up to leave, but I grabbed the hem of his shirt.
In my past life, I got my wish and married him, devotedly being a good wife for five years, praised by everyone.
Yet because my parents glanced sideways at his pure love, he schemed to make them fall into debt and jump off a building.
I refused his pure love to attend my parents' funeral.
In return, he abandoned me by the roadside, where I was crushed by a truck, torn to pieces, one corpse and three lives lost.
After rebirth, I coldly told him:
"Mr. Smith, you're mistaken. Nothing happened last night."

The Love's Descent

Without waiting for the man to finish speaking with an air of amusement and a tone of joy he hadn't even noticed himself,


A young, pleasant male voice suddenly rang out from outside the door:


"Celestine, I've been looking for you for so long. So this is where you are."


I watched as a handsome young man walked towards me with a smile in his eyes.


Garrison's face visibly turned paler and paler.


In front of everyone present, the young man gazed at me lovingly, took my hand, and caressed it intimately for quite a while.


Then he took the initiative to greet John:


"Uncle, Celestine and I sincerely wish you a happy marriage."


Hearing these words, Garrison froze completely.


The man stared blankly at Kael and me, his pitch-black eyes blinking repeatedly.


Ridiculous as it was, no matter how many times he blinked,


My fingers remained interlocked with those of his own nephew.


Garrison, his mind completely blank, couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.


Chapter 7