My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again - Chapter 208 - : Hongxing, give me a childli

After being dumped, nine goddesses of breathtaking beauty showed up at my door with marriage certificates, pressuring me to choose one of them to be my wife...

Ethan was just an ordinary guy until he woke up in the world of his favorite novel, Gods’ Final Requiem.But this isn’t a story where the hero wins. It’s a tragedy where the protagonist falls, the world crumbles, and the Demi-Gods and Outer Gods consume everything.And now, Ethan is here weak, talentless, and completely insignificant. A nobody in a doomed world.Yet, when an Empire Academy Admission Letter lands in his hands bearing his name he realizes something is wrong.More than that, his status window hides two sealed abilities, something that never existed in the original story.This wasn’t supposed to happen.If the world is truly destined to fall… then maybe, just maybe, he can change it.But first, he has to survive

They had been together since high school. Together, they faced the cold faces of their parents and the satirical or disdainful eyes of others, started a business and experienced all kinds of ups and downs. When their company was on the right track, Zhishu He was asked to give up his career to stay at home, while Wenxu Jiang gradually changed and began to indulge in merry-making. However, Zhishu chose to forgive him. Zhishu got an incurable disease, while Wenxu Jiang was still indifferent. Zhishu still chose to forgive him. Love had become a kind of habit, which was equal to an incurable disease.

In a peaceful sunny day, Zhishu quietly left Wenxu Jiang and the house in which they had lived for a long time without an advance notice.

Soon he was gone. A man with pure spirit and deep love for Wenxu Jiang disappeared from this world forever…

Sometimes love cannot stand the test of time. Someone will not know how to cherish the love until he loses it…

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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