Grandpa wants to choose a fiancé for me. One is Chu Huaijin, a Buddhist scholar from Beijing who is as smooth as the moon, and the other is Cheng Ye, who is casual and uninhibited. My heart went to Chu Huaijin, and just when I was about to speak, a line of subtitles suddenly appeared in the air: "Daughter, please don't choose a Buddhist, he will blame you for Qingmei's misfortune, and make you kneel on the heavenly steps, copying scriptures every day without peace." "Choose Cheng Ye, because he is waiting for you, he deliberately pretends to be a dissipator, affectionate and romantic, he has achieved financial freedom at the age of eighteen, and his heart is full of you."
