"You said you like me, then do you like me because you have that memory, or do you like me so you are happy for that memory." Qin Yihuan looked at the person opposite with an expressionless face and slowly asked this question.
"Is there any difference? No matter what, I can't lie that I like you."
"Is there no difference?" Qin Yihuan read out these words without hesitation.
"What about you? Did you get what you wanted from me? Did you get what you wanted?" Ye Shijing slowly approached Ying An and asked every word.
"Of course I got what I wanted." A smile spread across Ying An's face, which expanded infinitely on his pale face.
The matter of love is inherently illusory. Even after two lives, Qin Yihuan still can't figure it out. The origins and origins are separated. Is the separation of love and hate the end of it, or is there another way?
The salty fish princess who looks cool and loves to play × the young general who looks cool and talks little
slow paced writing
