The night Tang Yanning fell in love, the night breeze was bitingly cold.
She collapsed outside the wedding door. It was Chen Zhiyu who walked into her mess holding an umbrella.
"Would you like to stay with me?"
"I can give you dignity, give you a counterattack, and give you a life that everyone will envy."
An invitation and the two are bound.
Tang Yanning thought it was acting, but found that Chen Zhiyu's gentleness was too genuine and his preference was too full.
She was trapped in this stability, both greedy and fearful, fearing that this was just a carefully woven dream.
Until she asked: "What are you planning on?"
Chen Zhiyu lowered his head, kissed her tears away, and said word by word:
"Picture you."
"I never weaved this web, you walked in on it yourself.
You can leave at any time, but I will never let you go in this life. "
