On the wedding day, he brought Bai Yueguang in: "The substitute game ends here."
I suppressed the system's urging and put down the hairpin I had worn for three years: "Don't rush me, I'm cutting my losses."
Turning around to leave, he ran into the arms of someone who was "just passing by".
He handed over the handkerchief and smiled lazily: "This sentence 'I don't want you' is very resounding."
Later I found out that three years ago, outside the ruined temple, he was watching me cook porridge all night on the hillside.
And he waited for three years before he finally "passed by" to me.
