The midwinter wind was still so blowing, Liu Ziyan smiled, and in the blink of an eye another ten years had passed, but I still couldn't get you.
"Jing Yan, are you married?" Liu Ziyan held a concentric knot and raised his head to ask the man who was taller than his eldest brother.
"Not yet." Mu Ang smiled, looked at the child wearing an exaggerated and grotesque mask, and rubbed his head.
"Then will Jing Yan and I get married?" Liu Ziyan raised his head, his two shining eyes shining under the mask.
"Haha." Mu Ang held another concentric knot, smiled, and led Liu Ziyan through the crowd.
Ten years later
"Still want to take a concubine?" Tears fell from the corners of Liu Ziyan's eyes, but his mouth remained unchanged.
With the proper arc, she raised her head stubbornly and asked him.
"Yes, at this age, it's time to have several concubines in the house." Mu Ang said coldly.
Looking at him, the Liu family cannot be trusted. How could they trust him so easily? He is
Even more untouchable than Liu Tianxu, those tears were planned for an unknown amount of time.
Another ten years later
"I still want to marry her..." Liu Ziyan lowered his head and said softly with a smile.
"Zi Yan." Mu Ang frowned and looked at the man who was a head shorter than him. How could he still say such a thing after ten years.
"I'm destined not to get you..."