Jinhua, his name is Ye Jinhua, Asu's little painting
Asu said: Jin Hua, you know, there is no one in this world like you who knows my pain, knows my pain, knows my suffering, and understands me｀｀｀｀｀｀
Jin Hua looked at her coldly: Speak humanly.
Asu: "Ahem, you know I spilled the ink last time and broke grandpa's precious painting. The old man deducted my pocket money."
"So?"
"I'm thirsty==."
"So?"
"I want to eat popsicles==."
"Then?"
"I want to eat popsicles. I want to eat the Wangwang kind｀｀｀｀｀｀"
Ye Jinhua and Yan Xiaosu were childhood sweethearts. He was a childhood sweetheart who was very close to her. She was a childhood sweetheart who loved him very much.
But what a bullshit childhood sweetheart! Damn it, grandma, it's not worth a plane ticket to America.
Six years later, he suddenly returned and said coldly: Yan Xiaosu, you are so brave, aren't you? Forgot? Who gave me the engagement ring? You want to regret it, right?
Yan Xiaosu trembled, looked at the silver ring on his finger, and trembled again: I am young and ignorant, please bear this in mind.