That morning glow finally fell on him, and Shen Nanxiao's heart couldn't stop beating.
"Shen Nanxiao, let's compete to see who scores more goals!" The girl looked at him with a smile, a little perverse and mischievous in her eyes.
"Eldest Princess, who do you think will win this game?" The man held the white piece in his hand and looked at her with a pair of peach blossom eyes.
"A Xiao, who do you think the flower will go to this time?" She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the courtiers who were chatting in the distance with a cunning light in her phoenix eyes.
"Wanwan, can you call my name again? He's back." He pretended to be sad, tears falling down.
Is the afterglow going away? No, his light will only be his.
He was sad day by day, until she lifted his chin frivolously, "I love you." His hot gaze fell into a pair of eyes full of love, he smiled proudly, and hugged her in his arms, "Wanwan, I did it on purpose."
Concept: The independent soul bursts into a leaping and vast pattern because of the spark of love.