He said to her: If you don't understand who I am and who I want to confess to, don't be embarrassed there. Phytolacca, my name. Traditional Chinese medicine. Bitter, cold and poisonous in nature. Also, since you have confessed, I will temporarily accept you to prevent you from harming others.
She said weakly: Uh, senior brother, my name is Rongruo. Because Dad and Mom were literary young people of that era, they met because of a Nalan Ci book. Dad happens to be named Rong. Mom said that without the words of drinking water, I would not have been born, and Rong Ruo got up.