Green Silk Wan: Too Much Favor to Bear

"When your hair grows to your waist, will you let me... Marry you?" What he got back then was just the word "Go". Many years later, the world has changed, and in the evergreen building, her skin is as bright as snow, and her eyes are lingering. I heard a female voice behind me say timidly: "Ye Yan, when your hair grows to your waist, I will promise you ten miles of red makeup, okay?" He was dressed in red like fire, and the flames in his eyes were filled with hatred for his family and country. But with a sneer, the blade was twisted, and the green hair was like water, shattering all over the ground. Listen to him say in a cold voice: "This black hair will never reach my waist. I ask Marquis An Ning to make other plans."