The voice in my ears rolled over again, just like yesterday. The young man's voice was solemn and cold, and he spoke softly with an extremely rare softness.
"If you give birth to a daughter, you will give birth to a son like me."
"You, you, you, you... I am a seven-foot-tall man! What a child!"
Someone once said that if you encounter disaster in this life, it is destined to happen here. It is meaningless to be sad for spring and autumn. No need to worry.
The man paused for a moment, his eyes deep but gentle, but Fang Lansheng did not dare to look directly at such light, and could only lower his head and listen to his voice that sounded louder again, "When we first met, I thought that we were destined to be together today, and tomorrow would be gone. But now it seems that is not the case. Your well-being is enough to comfort me."
Each word seemed effortless, but it was firmly and firmly taught Fang Lansheng what heart-breaking pain was.
If you are in trouble in this life, I will never bear it for you. If there is a future life and you suffer from it, I will bear it on my back.