A single plant with two stems shoots straight up to the heaven. Why did it rise and fall in the past and present life?
People are different, today is not yesterday, the sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of people asking, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy, I have kept it secret for ten years, thinking about where to put it.
"Sir Chengyue? Are you awake? Lord Chengyue?"
Can you please let me be quiet for a while? Let me have a good rest. I know that the translation manuscript my instructor gave me has not been finished yet. I know it well and will call me later.
"Chengyue? Are you awake? I'm Yu Ze."
My name is, yo, Xiaoyu, not Chengyue, you can see clearly.
"Chengyue?"
"Sister, let me sleep a little longer."
"Ahem, I'm senior brother"
I was so frightened by the thoughts that came to my mind that my cheeks twitched violently. Did I wear... Wear... Time travel?
Who brought me here, who is Chengyue? Who is Yuxuan? Is this coming storm in Tianqi Continent caused by me? Ordinary me? How could it be?
But who is he? Countless voices in your head are clamoring and arrogantly saying: He is the person you will be sincere to for the rest of your life, and you will have a broad life-and-death bond with him.