It would be nice for a young man to marry me when my hair reaches my waist.
Li Furan didn't remember how many versions of this sentence she had changed; she didn't remember how many times she asked Tang Xun to hang the written wishing bottles on the jujube tree; she didn't remember how many times she wrote it.
She regretted that the name should not have been Tang He.
They sat side by side on the jujube tree. Tang Xun threw away all the wishing bottles and bought new ones for Li Furan to hang up.
What Tang Xun was most happy about was that his bottle was hung by Li Furan, and Tang He's bottle was hung by Tang Xun for Li Furan.
The moment that silly girl came into his life, he knew he couldn't live without her, so he came back.
He always remembered that silly girl, but he was afraid that she would forget, so he would give her little lessons from time to time.
Tang He said: Even if you hate Li Furan, you must remember me. , But how can I let you hate me? I don't want you to see anything dark, so don't ask me.