Ouyang Mo's face had a smile like the drizzle of spring breeze, showing a touch of softness, and he said cheerfully: "All the good things in the world are not as good as you."
He finally said it, it had been awkward for too long! After successfully confessing his love, he felt indescribably happy.
Shangguan Yan curled his lips and was about to cry again because he was moved. Sikong Qingming, you ungrateful bastard, you don't cherish me, there are people who cherish me, just wait until you regret it!
Shangguan Yan's breath was messy, and he gasped in Sikong Qingming's ear: "Da Si, I ran away from my marriage. I'm here to attend your wedding."
Sikong Qingming carried her out of Lingquan and blocked her waist. Their bodies were pressed tightly against each other, "What a coincidence, I also ran away from marriage."
