Love is a matter between two people, but marriage is not.
Ning Jiangchen lowered his head when he said this, and it looked like a half-opened white plum beside the Funan River in the morning mist.
Tang Zhijin put out the cigarette in his hand and laughed silently - he was Tang Zhijin, not a good-for-nothing son from a good family. He did not need to marry the daughter of any wealthy family to improve himself.
PS: This is an old-fashioned story in which the male protagonist protects the female protagonist, and the female protagonist grows up all the way, and finally stands in the clouds together.