When she was nine years old, Er Yunduo stood on the stairs in a beautiful light purple dress. Her black hair fell vertically down her back, with a crystal bow hairpin in the middle of her hair, and the corners of her mouth were raised.
Ermo turned around and saw the little man slowly coming down the stairs with elegant steps.
He smiled slightly and asked her: "What wish did you make?"
She beckoned him to bend over.
According to words.
I only heard one sentence.
"How about Duoduo marrying my uncle in the future?"
Seven years later.
She still said this.
Standing on the beach in despair, her pure white wedding dress swept the floor. The skirt was studded with 999 crystals, each one with sharp edges and corners and purely handmade.
It was the bride's wedding dress, his bride, but she was not his bride.
"Ermo, I beg you, as long as you cancel the wedding, I promise to leave you immediately."
"Duoduo, you said you are the only one for me. If you are willing, just jump."
On the stormy night, he only left one sentence and turned around to leave.
Er Yunduo could no longer hold on, bent down and cried while hugging his head.
She thought, he was so cruel that he used himself to save her.
From then on, she went to the left and he to the right.
What makes the man named Ermo so forbearing?
You obviously love deeply but you have to pretend not to love.
Is it the age difference? Or is it blood ties?
Ermo wanted to answer.
It's because the love is so deep that I dare not...