In spring, the flowers are dyed green in the morning, and the branches are cut with ribbons and the east wind blows. The five colors of steaming clouds fly to Qingwu, and the painting is wide and open to help appreciate the red.
Their names seemed destined to match each other so well, but fate was also playing tricks on them.
In this life, count the debts I owe you... If there is still a chance, Qingwu, I will pay back everything I, Song Huachao, owe you in this life.
Maybe God opened his eyes, or maybe it was the red thread that was entangled and entangled, and we met again... The young father-in-law.
Purpose: Reshape life