A house of splendor and splendor, a place of loneliness and sadness. Recalling the joy of the wedding at that time, I can't help but wonder if it was a dream now or it was a dream then. There was a cup of green and fragrant tea on the table. The woman opposite smiled lightly: "Sister, my husband is still waiting for my reply. Drink it quickly and don't make Shuang'er embarrassed." Xiao Wan cast a sidelong glance at the coy woman in front of him, picked up the cup and drank it.
Eight years ago, the flowers bloomed on Moshang, and the young master looked like a jade. Under the pear tree, he said affectionately: "Wanwan, you are so black-hearted, I guess no one will dare to marry you. I will marry you reluctantly."
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