Therefore, after [Chu River] left, all her relatives and family would no longer have mories of her.
She looked at Chen Jingbai, trying hard to explain: "Just a little bit of the Spirit Core, it’s what has gradually awakened this world."
"After I take it away, your life won’t be affected at all."
"Because now you are a complete person."
But Chen Jingbai just gazed deeply at her, finally sighing as he touched her hair:
"Do whatever you want to do—"
"Little He, you know, you can do whatever you want."
"Just... don’t touch my mories."
Even if he no longer had any emotions for these mories, even if he couldn’t understand why he would give everything to a person without reservation.
But... at this mont, he still wanted to hold on to them.
...
...
...
[Original Male Protagonist’s Extra]
Su Tiankuo finally paid off all his debts at the age of 33.
After nine years of delay, he went through endless debt collection calls, losing contact with all his hotown classmates and friends...
Everyone recorded in his contacts knew— he, Su Tiankuo, was a person who couldn’t pay off online loans.
He also went to court, eventually successfully getting rid of those crazily compounding interests... But, at that ti, his debt, counting just the principal, was already as much as 310,000 yuan.
310,000 yuan, his family simply didn’t have that much money— especially after he relied on his parents for a year and ended up in so much debt, his parents caring for both elderly and a little son, upon receiving calls, his father even had to be hospitalized for a stroke...
And at that ti, his mind was filled with endless debts and anger from failing to get money from ho.
Being betrayed by friends and deserted by family, was his portrayal.
...
The present Su Tiankuo has long been worn down by society, he works at a delivery company, delivering takeout part-ti at night.
Reality is like a basin of cold water, one after another, enough to make him sober.
The fortuitous golden opportunity he got at the age of 24 seed like a dream.
—If it wasn’t a dream, then it could only be that he developed a ntal illness.
So, it’s better to treat it as a dream.
In the dream, he almost god-like with a book, got rich overnight.
But in the dream, he also had nothing, heavily in debt.
...
He was too ashad to go back to his hotown, at this mont staying in Beijing, as long as he was willing to work hard, earning 20,000 yuan a month wasn’t a problem.
Rent was 2,000 yuan a month, and apart from daily expenses, he saved the rest; after paying off debt, his savings quickly accumulated.
Now, he has already saved 200,000 yuan.
Although it is still far from settling in Beijing, the days without debts are already the peace he longed for.
Except for one thing—
He looked at the man in the mirror, 1.8 ters tall, slender and handso, and couldn’t understand— why with such good looks, not a single talent scout had ever discovered him?
The short videos he made only received inexplicable insults— everyone else was showing off their looks, he clearly looked better, why did those fans still call him nas— ugly people making trouble?!
Inexplicable!
Moreover, everyone’s a worker, the matchmaker told both sides about the situation beforehand— yet even though he was penniless, with such good looks so handso, why was there not a single woman on a blind date willing to stop their gaze on him?
This is unscientific!
Occasionally one or two won were willing to try, but after a few conversations, they’d quickly find an excuse to take off.
And they’d complain to others, saying he was ordinary yet pretentious, oily and stupid...
Su Tiankuo’s expression was indifferent— he reflected on himself late at night, finally realizing that just being handso was useless.
No one dealt with him only because they resented his inability to make money!
He would save money, he would definitely save more!
Then buy a house and a car in Beijing, there would be countless girls flocking to him, just like in his dreams.
Although getting rich overnight was a dream, with a face like his, achieving success would indeed be a reality!
...
Su Tiankuo indulged in wild fantasies, while following the navigation into the neighborhood.
He frequented this neighborhood, on the edge of the subway, the housing was not outstanding, most of the tenants rented together, white-collar workers too tired from daily overti would order a takeout, a relatively familiar area for him.
"Hello, your takeout!"
He knocked on the door and shouted loudly, after a while, soone finally opened the door—
"Mine—is it you?"
The person’s hair was sparse, belly round, the whole person had a kind of inexplicable familiarity...
Su Tiankuo struggled with the na about to leave his mouth, but the other person called it out first—
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