On the Shangsi Festival, Lu Miao gave Jiang Yingxue the orchid grass.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and their tacit understanding was self-evident.
The crowd cheered.
Everyone praises Tan Hwa Lang and his fiancée as a match made in heaven.
Jiang Yingxue looked at me.
"My sister doesn't look good?
"Is it your fault that your brother didn't send you flowers?
"Don't be upset, I'll see you off on his behalf."
She picked up a random flower from an unknown source and brought it over.
I knocked the flowers out of her hand.
"Who wants you to send it!"
How ridiculous.
I am Lu Miao's fiancée.
Intention: Eventually the clouds will clear and the sun will appear