In front of Gong Xiaoxiao's eyes, there are always large enchanting blooms of Manzhu and Shahua, entwined with silk threads.
A flower blooming on the banks of the Wangchuan River blooms on the snow-white wall.
If possible, she wanted to forget.
Gong Xiaoxiao said to Ren Xiang: "I will marry you when the thirteenth Manzhu Shahua blooms."
Ren Xiang could only struggle to breathe amidst the hesitation in his heart.
They embraced each other, loved each other, and stayed with each other in the nightmare.