When she saw his true appearance for the first time, she did not rush to praise him, but asked, "Should I call you Gu Yunmo or Rong Yan?"
He named her Yu Aiyi, which means I love you. He said, "Yours will live with you and die together as yours." It has been deeply engraved in his heart.
Su Rong, with my surname, I will give you your name.
Rong Yan, your smile, your kindness, I picked them all up one by one.
"Yu Aiyi, I will devote my whole life just for you."
No matter who you are, I will find you, my husband.
Paragraph of Sweet Fruit:
He held Su Rong in his arms, his forehead gently touching her fine hair, the two curves were tangled.
The pear blossoms are in full bloom, blooming in rows and rows in an orderly manner. The lead flowers have been washed away, leaving them plain white. Fresh and elegant, it lingers on the tip of the nose.
She smiled cleverly under the pear tree, and Bo Jiaren's smile captivated her for the rest of her life.
He called out, "Aiyi, the pear blossoms in the garden are blooming for you." If there is any meaning, he would be firm and unwavering. He looked at her softly.
Integrated with the pear hairpin on her beautiful hair, he stopped for her and lingered for a while.
The passage brings tears to my eyes:
Su Rong looked at the mirror and looked at her haggard and increasingly thin face, tears rushing out.
She raised her eyes, looked at the sky that was only half the size of the window, and stopped crying.
She gently rubbed and pinched her belly and smiled pitifully, "You like him?" "There were no words at all, and huge teardrops all fell on the unborn child.
Lamenting the misery of life is a waste of time and it is too late.