With his long flowing hair, crystal clear skin, and his bright red antique wedding dress, he looked so out of place standing on the side of a busy street.
There was a look of panic in his eyes. The watery man held his sleeves tightly, and a gust of wind blew up his silky hair, attracting passers-by.
"Do you love me? I don't quite understand?" Shen Qingzhu said lightly.
"I will rub you in my arms, hold you in my hands, and keep you in my heart. This life, the next life, the next life. Will you marry me?" Lan Yunming hugged him, his eyes filled with madness for the person in front of him.