I vaguely remember that under the pear tree, you looked back and smiled, lost in the spring sunshine. When we see you again, we have forgotten each other.
The world of mortals has made us fall into this troubled world; we are destined to compose a romantic love song!
——Feng Xiaoxiao bent his head and smiled, "Compared to any power struggle, I prefer strange arts."
——"Alas——"
He sighed heavily and threw away the red satin in his hand.
"Kick her out of the village. Today's wedding is cancelled!"
——Ying Chen nodded, watched her figure disappear from sight, then turned back to look at the two tea trees that Feng Xiaoxiao had placed in front of the door. They were bare, as if he had an empty heart at the moment.