When Xia Mingliang was seven years old, she liked princes in fairy tales.
When I was seventeen years old, I liked the kind of handsome boy with a bit of tsundere.
At the age of twenty-seven, she should have liked the kind of man who was domineering to the core and would treat her like a little woman, but she fell in love with that man who was as gentle as the breeze and the moon.
When Ye Liangjiang was seven years old, he liked reading.
When I was seventeen, I liked girls as talented as Li Qingzhao.
When I was twenty-seven, I unfortunately fell ill. The doctor said that there was no cure for the disease.
At the age of twenty-nine, God finally showed mercy and recovered from his illness, and he got a beautiful wife who lived happily together for a hundred years.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
