Congratulations to the bridegroom, congratulations to the bridegroom,
Marry my sweetheart.
Congratulations to the bridegroom, congratulations to the bridegroom,
I am the groom and married to my sweetheart!
On the day when Lu Zhiwei was one year old, he grabbed Wen Shuwan's hand.
Wen Shuwan:?
Then hehehehe giggled, Wen Shuwan decided to join if he couldn't beat him, hehehehe, holding hands, this hand held for eighteen years of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
With this kind of friendship, it's not too much to be my wife!
Lu Zhiwei has always thought this and planned to do this. (Convinced!)
Unfortunately, things backfired, and Cheng Yaojin showed up halfway.
Wen Shuwan's father got her engaged.
Lu Zhiwei: Am I someone who gives up so easily? I want to fight for it!
If your skills are inferior to others, you will be defeated. .
Later, I learned the news about Wen Shuwan's death.
Lu Zhiwei walked alone for many, many years, and then left the God of Death calmly, with the wooden comb left for her by Wen Shuwan in her hand. I heard that they could be together in the next life!
She left peacefully.
When I woke up again, I found that I was back on my 19th birthday.
Lu Zhiwei: I ran slowly in my last life, and my wife took advantage of other bad men. In this life, hum.
Purpose: Feudal marriage is not advisable