"Do you know what I just thought of?" Zhang Xiaoyun turned her head and looked up at the young man beside her. Unexpectedly, the other man's height had surpassed hers. "What did you think of?" The young man's voice was very gentle, with a faint smile on his face. "The most gentle thing is the gentleness of lowering his head, like the shyness of a lotus flower that can't stand the cool breeze." Zhang Xiaoyun's face With a smile, "Tang He, you are the lotus that belongs to me. Even if you die in the future, you have to be buried with me." The young man froze, and held the hand tighter, "Zhang Xiaoyun, except for my Tang family's grave, you don't want to be buried." Being able to hold the right hand, even if it is too early, is not a blessing...