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Tangled Spring: She Loved the Wrong Man

Island draws the daylight
Vivian Sinclair followed her mother into the Prescott Family. Mother and daughter survived by clinging to the Prescotts. The Prescott siblings looked down on her background, bullied her, and ridiculed her as lowly. Only Curtis Prescott stood up: "The weaker you are, the stronger the enemy becomes. Don't be afraid, fight back." A naive heart secretly thumped, gradually imprisoning her childhood kindness from the young boy. Until that night, Miss Prescott ordered someone to kidnap her and silence her. The phone call made in panic was a lifeline: "Curtis is busy. She said if it's your call, don't answer!" Lost love and hate instantly froze into ice. Tristan Sterling had a face as cold as ice; every time Vivian Sinclair met this man, she needed a great psychological struggle. Yet, countless times, this man's cold-hearted and sharp tongue saved her from peril. But it was this aloof man who stood firmly behind her when she was humiliated and ridiculed, revealing his feelings only after nightfall. "Back then, I thought the girl with the bow was so silly, yet I remembered this silly girl." After losing contact with Vivian Sinclair, Curtis Prescott frantically searched for her within his heart: "Vivian, don't leave me, I was wrong!" Julian Sterling stood by with a faux gangster aura: "You don't need to take responsibility for that night."
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