Zhou Su once heard a saying that holding the hand was a promise at first, then became a responsibility, and finally became a habit. She suddenly wished she still had time to develop this "habit", even if there was no time left.
Zhong Li said: "I've always felt that I'm a natural in the kitchen, and I can't eat the food I cook. But you see, the porridge I make now is soft and fragrant, and the dishes I cook are more than a gluttonous feast. So as long as I really want to do it, I can do it."
There was one thing that Fang Datong had not told anyone. That morning, when he woke up after walking around the underworld and saw Zhou Su lying on the sofa, his heart felt like an electric shock. He was shocked, numb and warm. The new sunshine shone on her face, making every inch of skin and pores golden. It was really like the Holy Virgin, but at that time he didn't know that he had really fallen at that moment.
Qin Ranfeng cried all the way back, and finally realized that Zhou Su had always been the winner, not because of how slow she ran, but because there was always only Zhou Su standing on the starting line of Zhongli, so whether she ran, walked or even stood still, she would always be the champion.