Xueliqing

[Two male protagonists | Cold-hearted and sinister prince × Gentle, shy and transparent young master | 1v1 HE] In fact, he looks cold on the outside but has a sinister heart. He secretly plots and plots to make his wife fall in love with him. Then his wife just looks at his little actions in such a cute way every day and thinks about all the things he wants to do about himself. ————————————— Copywriting: Chu Muyuan was frail since childhood and was raised in an old house in Jiangzhou. Everyone said that he was an unpopular sick child of the Chu family. He just smiled and never defended himself. At the reception banquet, Yan Wenxiu, the eldest son of Prince Jing's palace, sat alone in a corner. His face was cold and his eyes were distant. He never glanced at him from the beginning to the end. Chu Muyuan thought: This person probably doesn't like him. Later, Yan Wenxiu handed him a bamboo branch. Chu Muyuan held the bamboo branch and thought in his heart: What does this person mean? ——He didn't find out until much later. That bamboo branch was broken from the bamboo forest that Yan Wenxiu cherished most. The phrase "every three days" is not a way to grow bamboo. He is saying: I will come to see you every three days. And the bamboo lantern stuffed into the palm of his hand on Yuan Ye, It was this person who hid his thoughts again and again, The only time, there was no hiding. There probably won't be another person in this world, Make gentleness so quiet, And he hides his love so deeply. ————————————- I wrote a little product during my independent review in the senior year of high school. Intention: Home is not a place you are born with, but someone is willing to leave a light for you. Chu Muyuan spent seventeen years looking for a place called "home". He thought that home was the courtyard in Xiaozhuxuan that had been waiting for him for many years, a compensation for the guilt of his parents and brothers, and the concern of his grandmother who was thousands of miles away. Later, he realized that his home was like someone who jumped down from the wall on a snowy night and handed him a bamboo branch; someone who hid his thoughts again and again, but put a lamp that would not go out in his hand on the night of the Yuan Dynasty. The deepest tenderness in this world is never given vigorously, but quietly waiting - waiting for you to take root, waiting for you to sprout, waiting for you to believe that you are worthy of being loved.