"Well, Master, it's not about Big Dream Sansheng. What did you dream about last time when you were at the bottom of Changliu?"
"I dreamed that I was just a mortal, getting very old, and then sitting in the yard with you in the sun."
Hua Qiangu's heart ached: "Master, I'm sorry..."
"Don't think about the past anymore. As long as you are always by my side, neither injury nor death is not a curse, but a mighty grace."
Hua Qiangu smiled and nodded, lying in Bai Zihua's arms, but suddenly felt that no matter how much suffering she suffered in the past, it was all worth it.
Fashionable people are praying for eternity, and eternity is already in their hands.
Then after the gambling game. . . .