The first meeting was fate.
Fengjie was a woodcutter, but he lived a prosperous life in the barren mountains. Yu Yin was surprised. When he left Fengjie and returned to his hometown from his mother's fate, his wife Ming Yuan was getting married and was about to get married. She thought she would never be a stranger to him.
The wedding day is approaching and I see him outside the door.
[I looked at him blankly, a little crazy. His hands were long and fair, not what a woodcutter should have. Every stroke on his face is like a painting. The sunlight is splashing and the shadows of the trees fall on his face, which always makes me unable to move away. His behavior seemed to reflect a culture, and his words only spoke of education.
[I have had a heart problem since I was a child, and I would be lucky if it could be cured. Unfortunately, I have read all the medical books in the world, but there is no cure. If he is the cause of my troubles, it would be worth it to have no descendants.
The author has something to say: I'm quite confused when it comes to writing copy, and it's not easy to steal pictures for the cover [face covering]. Anyway, this is a short story, can't it be too long?