With gray hair, she asked why he only married her when others had three wives and four concubines, and whether he had any regrets. He smiled, thinking that this little thing must be thinking wildly again, and touched his head. Sighing, "Because you love this person, this is a responsibility. Maybe you will meet a better person in the future, but you chose him in the first place, and the responsibility is from one to the end." In fact, it is just laughing and cursing. I only want you to do it for me. How can you see the beauty of others like this?