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Lin Wanzhi stood outside the church clutching the white rose meant for her groom, only to be met by Yan Heng—the man she thought had long been in a tomb. Now he reeked of gunpowder, a loaded gun in his hand. Three years ago, he said "Wait for me," but all she got was news of his "sacrifice." Three years later, as she was about to marry someone else, he suddenly reappeared. She pressed the rose against his gun barrel, her fingers trembling: "Yan Heng, how do you pay back the three years of tears, the countless sleepless nights?" Yan Heng brushed the tear from her eye, his voice hoarse: "With the rest of my life, to make you trust me again."
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