A promise made three years ago that was just a joke in Qiao Niangu's eyes was regarded as the only motivation by the man.
On a quiet moonlit night, the man leaned lazily on the sofa and held the woman in his arms. She flipped through an old diary carelessly and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly. "Qiao Nianquan, I did it." "Yes, I know."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
