Aren't You Still Giving Up? Waste

You held your fingers together and made a butterfly that flew up from the window frame and flew over my fingertips and eyebrows. He is not a waste, he is my husband Qingqiu, let's go. It doesn't matter if we don't want the job. The worst we can do is find another one. You are my husband, no matter what you become, you will always be Don't hate me, I'm sorry, Qingqiu This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.