"Have you really thought about it? Giving up your identity means giving up your glory and wealth. Are you really willing?"
"I do."
That year, she was so eccentric that she was so bright that she insisted on going her own way, and faced everyone's questioning, and she steadfastly vowed to do so.
"The clear water is so deep that you can see the bottom of it, the Yao from the Fairy Mountain Yaochi. It turns out to be the Qingyao girl." The promiscuous Mr. Xue shook his Xiang bamboo feather fan, bathed in the spring breeze, and walked towards her like an immortal, so full of praise.
She was excited and asked without shame: "From now on, would you like to see the mountains and rivers with me and travel to the end of the world..."
Before she could finish a word, a man hurriedly grabbed her hand from behind, "Qing, Yao?"
The low voice could only be heard by her ears. It was a humble yet sincere, passionate and manic plea.
"Who are you?" Qingyao asked.
"I……"
