"Isn't there really someone who would fall in love with the son of a feud?"
"What if that person appears in reality?"
"Chenyangqie has an ancient rhyme. The descendants of my family with this sound in their names will not live to be twenty years old."
"What?"
My name is Qian Xiaoqian, and I study archeology. After graduating from college, I reluctantly found a job to make ends meet, but because of a mistake, I was actually dismissed from my job? It is an unparalleled blessing. Uncle Jiu, who loved me the most when I was a child, passed away and left me a piece of jade wrapped in red silk. My father called me and ordered me to return home for the funeral, but it was better not to go back. Clam? I am actually the 63rd generation inheritor of intangible cultural heritage. I didn't dig a hole in the yellowed family tree. I almost forgot that my ancestors got the name of this bad street. This is really fatal. How could I, a gorgeous urban beauty, do this? I will return to Beijing tomorrow morning. Unexpectedly, a strange dream at night made it impossible for me to escape.
"Enmity arises from the enemy. You are the descendant of my enemy."
"Boy, we can't talk nonsense!"
It's really troublesome to involve me in a feud! Ancient custom? Looking for traces? I can't control so much anymore.
"Ajun, I won't let anything happen to you."
