"My name is Sui Yu. If you come to me in the future, I will give you a generous gift."
At that time, he was only ten years old.
"Call me, Wanchi."
At that time, he was already seventeen.
He loved him regardless of gender.
Whether it was a calamity or a knot, he couldn't tell, and he couldn't tell.
Shaohua is just a cup of Huangliang wine, a dream of Nanke. Forgetting the youthful years is nothing more than covering up the yellow beams and shocking Nanke.
After so many years, who would remember being young and ignorant?