Canary literature / broken mirror reunited / wife-chasing crematorium. Song Xiangwan and Ming Jin had a fierce quarrel. You, CEO Ming, are domineering and overbearing. From the first meeting, you took me by force, forcing me to be your canary. Did you ask for my opinion? Did you respect my freedom? She always vented her temper recklessly in front of Ming Jin. No matter how they quarreled, CEO Ming would always bow her head first. But this time, it seemed she had overturned. After the quarrel, Ming Jin completely disappeared from her world. In the five years she was with Ming Jin, Ming Jin gave her countless film and television drama resources, making her a top-tier actress in the entertainment industry. When they were together, she felt Ming Jin was her shackle, an unspeakable stain. Now, she is free, but— No one quietly watches her when she throws a tantrum, the corners of their lips slightly raised. No one drags her home through the crowd when she stays up all night partying. No one coaxes her to eat one more bite when she is sick and throwing a tantrum. Ming Jin disappeared, for three full years. Song Xiangwan felt those days were like a dream. Until she accidentally met Ming Jin again. Ming Jin, in a black shirt, had clear, cold features like a painting. Her light, shallow eyes swept over, still carrying that lofty, dignified authority. She was still surrounded by attendants, the center of the crowd wherever she went. Everything was the same, except... the wheelchair she sat in... Song Xiangwan couldn't help but narrow her eyes. What had happened in these years? She couldn't wait to find out and blocked the wheelchair's path. Those light, shallow eyes lifted, looking at her indifferently, as if at a stranger: "Miss Song, please step aside." As they passed each other, Ming Jin's fingertips on the wheelchair tightened slightly, but her expression remained calm and composed. The freedom she wanted, she gave her. She would never pester her again. She knew that her current appearance was no longer worthy of that radiant girl. *Highlight: Ming Jin's legs are disabled and will not recover later. Those who mind, please do not enter. *Radiant canary vs. restrained, deep-feeling sugar daddy. *HE, HE, HE, important things said three times. ---- Next book: "The Aloof Ancestor Turned Out to Be My Ex-Girlfriend" *Frivolous, straightforward fox spirit vs. aloof, broken, restrained, paranoid beauty *Broken mirror reunited | Wife-chasing crematorium *Both relationships are with Lin Yuzhen herself; Lin Yuzhen has amnesia and did not kill her wife to prove her dao. Lin Yuzhen transmigrated. During the immortal sect entrance exam, she saw the person on the high platform. Eyebrows as cold as frost, an air of aloofness like broken ice and floating moon, lofty, distant, like a fairy. It was said she was the most talented genius in the Saint Spirit Sect in ten thousand years, the youngest elder, an unattainable bright moon. Lin Yuzhen: Is that so? I climb the bright moon. After entering Jiaoyue Peak and meeting Yun Qinghe, Lin Yuzhen smiled brightly: "Ancestor, you look like a celestial being. I have composed a poem for you—" Before the frivolous love poem could leave her mouth, overwhelming killing intent rushed toward her, nearly crushing her. Lin Yuzhen was in too much pain to speak. A sharp blade was pressed against her throat. The hand gripping the sword hilt was cold and pale, trembling slightly from exertion. Yun Qinghe bent down and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, saying coldly, "You, still dare to see me?" Only a few high-level members of the Saint Spirit Sect knew that Yun Qinghe had undergone a mortal tribulation. Her emotionless dao was shattered, she was severely injured and near death, left with old wounds and a body full of scars. She remained silent about the details. Only Yun Qinghe knew that she had been killed by her wife to prove the dao. Lin Yuzhen's knife had nearly taken her life. To rebuild her dao heart and return to her peak, she must kill this person. The sword blade pressed against Lin Yuzhen's neck, blood dripping. But the person before her was only full of concern: "Ancestor, are you okay? Have you gone into qi deviation? Is it serious? What can I do? If killing me would make you feel better, then just run me through with your sword..." The sword—clattered to the ground. Lin Yuzhen, she didn't remember anything at all? Those eyes were like the first meeting, like a seductive fox, the slightly raised corners seemingly holding pure, sincere sincerity. At first sight, she said—"How about you be my wife?" Now she says again—"Ancestor, do you need someone to warm your bed?" Yun Qinghe clenched the sword in her hand: "Get lost—" One day, she would be able to harden her heart and kill this person to rebuild her dao heart.