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“My ex-boyfriend is trying to pursue me again now that he sees I have money? Seven years ago, on a rainy night, Tang Zhong stood on the steps, holding a newly bought backpack in his left hand, an umbrella in his right, looking down at Yin Chen, and said in a voice colder than the rain falling on him, “Let’s not meet again.” Seven years later, on the same rainy night, Tang Zhong appeared below Yin Chen’s apartment, soaked and embarrassed, but smiling brightly as he looked up, “Didn’t you say that if I had nowhere else to go, I could come find you anytime?” Tang Zhong’s pheromones smelled like fresh grass, even the pouring rain couldn’t cover up the scent he carried from others, forcing Yin...