Yu Ting seems confused about things, but has a sharp mind. He is petite in stature, but he acts independently and is intimidating. She comes from an ordinary family, but she has always had a proud heart, which is contradictory and awkward.
"Tingting, do you have emotional mysophobia?" Xiao Xiaoyu patted Yu Ting on the shoulder and asked, "Are you waiting to become an old aunt?" Yu Ting pursed her lips...
She murmured softly and carefully tied the peach stone carving on her wrist: "Little gourd! You will follow me from now on."
"Yu Ting! Do you understand love?" Liu Xudong looked at Yu Ting. Yu Ting froze immediately. Even though his tone was calm at the moment, his eyes were very focused, as if he wanted to see through her. Yu Ting looked into his eyes for the first time...
"Is this love?" She felt depressed in her heart.
Jiang Xiuyan looked at her condescendingly, "Give me the peach gourd."
"Yu Ting, your mind is really fascinating."
"Yu Ting, my Yu Ting..." His hoarse voice hovered in Yu Ting's ears.
When she realized that she had always longed for love; when she began to be happy, "Yu Ting, do you understand love?" Another man's words made her feel at a loss again...