Jibai knocked seriously under the tree three times, then stood up and turned around.
The young master looked at her and smiled, "What are you promising?"
Jibai tilted his head and looked at him, but smiled and said nothing.
Idiot.
The young master entered the painting and reached out to brush away the snow-colored petals falling on Ji Bai's shoulders, and leaned forward to steal a kiss.
"Then, let's do it."
Even if things change, you and I are no longer the same
It's just idealism.
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