The girl raised her face and asked sweetly, "Brother Zichen, when you grow up, will you marry me?"
The hook was used to hang oneself, and it was not allowed to change for a hundred years. The girl did not wait for his answer, hooked on the boy's finger, and made an agreement. Maybe from then on, I was afraid that he would say no.
It's just, "I'm sorry, I think we are not suitable for being together." The calm and low-pitched male voice just answered, even if he no longer recognized it.
My unforgettable memories blur into the background of your years