That year, when we first met, he was wearing a purple robe, showing his luxury, but she had finished planting orchid, carrying a small hoe on her shoulder, and there was still dirt on her nose. He smiled, pointed at her, and said: I'm going to ask my father for this girl.
That year, when they finally stayed together, she asked him: Whoever wins Ning Qing will win the world. You won Ning Qing, but the world is gone. Do you regret it? He still smiled, hugged her, and replied: Qingqing, you are my world.
You must keep in mind that you have an appointment with Dongli, regardless of the date of return.