If You Don't Choose a Handsome Bamboo Horse, You'll Choose Someone from the Sky If You're Crazy.

[Rebirth and Redemption + Cool Resistance Attack × Soft and Cute Loyal Dog Shou + Bamboo Horse Falling from the Sky, Choose One] Attack: Shaohua, Suffer: Jinnian In his previous life, Shaohua, who was cold and taciturn, accepted a family marriage and lived out his life with Li Yu, who was born in heaven. He was indifferent and just thought that life should be like this. He didn't know until his deathbed that Zhu Ma Jinnian had hidden his love for seventy years, but when he couldn't get it, he stayed next door for his whole life, and finally died with him. After a new life, the time returns to the engagement party at the age of nineteen. On the main seat is Li Yu, the marriage partner with a white moonlight in his arms. On the sofa in the back, nineteen-year-old Jinnian is holding a red apple in his mouth. His eyebrows are bright and bright, and he has not yet been asked to sharpen his paranoid edges. He is soft and full of straightforward enthusiasm and goodwill. He walked straight past the astonished eyes of the audience and took the young man's wrist, which was stained with juice. Instead of choosing the sweetheart who has been in pain since childhood, choose the emotionless Tiansheng? He's not crazy. Taking care of Jinnian is an instinct engraved in his bones and blood. Even if he doesn't understand love yet, he still wants to make up for all the favor he owed in his previous life in this life. Jin Nianhuo, who was not trapped by obsession, became a loyal and clinging dog. He would act coquettishly and ask for rewards, would quietly work overtime with him, and put all his sincerity in front of him. Only Li Yu was often absent-minded, his eyes filled with darkness that should not belong to this moment, and his sleeping memories were slowly awakening. Shaohua only regarded it as rebirth and changed his destiny, and never looked into it deeply. But those familiar life directions always appear inadvertently. If they live in this world. . . . . .