Foreword
As the saying goes, a good horse never turns back to eat grass. Although I have a bad mouth and a little bad hands. But apart from the above two points, I am still a good horse. Even if it is not a precious breed, it is definitely not a parallel import. So when the heartless man I had been waiting for seven years proposed to me with a ring, I didn't even look at him, pointed at the ring and said, "Get a bigger one and try again." Everyone said that I was hopeless, and I also deeply realized that I was in his hands for the rest of my life. The most hateful thing is that I still volunteered.