Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon

In the spring of 1945, Shen Ruozhen, a patriotic banker, secretly sent out the last batch of anti-coins and closed Fuhua Bank.

However, during the safe transfer, his ship was shipwrecked.

As he lost consciousness, he thought he was going to die.

Later, he heard someone talking beside him, reciting a pair of elegiac couplets.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a 21st century advanced ward.

There was a handsome but indifferent stranger sitting by his bedside.

“Who are you?” Shen Ruozhen asked.

“Don’t you remember me?” the stranger replied.

“I don’t know you,” Shen Ruozhen said.

“Chu Zhichen, it’s no use pretending to have amnesia after such a big accident,” the stranger said.

Shen Ruozhen was confused.

He had never heard of Chu Zhichen before.

But as he looked at the stranger’s face, he felt a sense of familiarity.

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“Seems I’m…” Shen Ruozhen coughed, a wet, rattling sound that tore at Xiang Mingzhang’s heart. “Breaking my promise…”

“No!” he roared, his voice thick with denial. “We promised to live together! You’re a man of your word, Shen Ruozhen. You can’t break it now!”

“This year…” he rasped, his voice barely audible. “Happiest year of my life…”

“Hold on,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “Don’t leave me, Ruozhen, don’t leave me.”

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