When she was fourteen years old, she was willing to shine dazzlingly from the mean for the sake of the little man who had protected her since childhood.
When she was eighteen years old, she held his handsome and prosperous hand and promised him the whole world.
What I still remember is that he and she planted a young peach grove with their own hands that year, and they were deeply in love.
What I will never forget is the promise I made that year: if I don't live up to it, I will never leave him until life or death.
If you don't bear it, life and death will be inseparable.
No? No.