Fields of Gold (Web Novel) - Chapter 699 - Tired at Hear

Mo Ran felt that taking Chu Wanning as his master was a mistake.

Everyone knew Shen Nianshen so well.
In this world, there would probably be no female creatures that could enter his heart. Even the most beautiful girl in the school was coldly rejected.

Until one day, when there was a basketball match at the school. In the front row of the audience, there was a girl whose head was accidentally hit by the ball.

Shen Nianshen immediately ran to her. Everybody thought that he only went to get the ball. Unexpectedly, he squatted down in front of the girl, stroked her head gently, and asked anxiously, “Does it hurt?”

This a sweet love story between a cold guy and a lively girl.

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After the hard struggle of a post-80s Shen Feiyang, he met with a tragic car accident in his fifties. When he again opened his eyes, he did not see the white walls of a hospital, nor had he arrived at the netherworld. Instead, he had transmigrated into the body of the post-50s young girl, Shen Yunfang.He had transmigrated into an era where people could not get enough to eat or sufficient clothes to wear.Humph, such hardships could not defeat a wise woman who had battled through society for half her life. Watch as she, with a chicken in her left hand and a duck in her right, carries a chubby baby on her back and sings triumphantly along the way.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.