That year, Shen Wantang was 22 years old and Zhou Muzhi was 40 years old, a difference of eighteen years.
He stands tall and quiet, mature and steady, hard on the outside and soft on the inside, moisturizing things silently.
She is stubborn and unyielding, enthusiastic and generous, yet shy and reserved, and her love blows with the wind.
The king gave birth to a concubine before she was born, and the concubine gave birth to the king.
Zhou Muzhi personally handed her over to Luo Hao's hands. From then on, mountains and sea separated her, and the sea of people disappeared, and love could not be found.
Can people still love when they reach middle age?
But Shen Wantang chased him out barefoot, Zhou Muzhi, I want to ask you one last time, will you marry me? ,,,
After all, the mature restraint of adults cannot match the passion and unrestrainedness of a girl's heart. Where will this love that spans eighteen years go in the end?
