She was seven years old that year. Wearing men's clothes and masks: "Let's go grab the hydrangeas."
She was fourteen that year. Still dressed in men's clothing, breaking into brothels and making funny faces.
"Whoever bullies my friend will have to pay the price."
"Let's compete. Whoever draws the most will win and there will be a reward."
To describe her as a little fox is perfect.
But even a fox can make miscalculations sometimes.
That year, she was 16 and he was 18. She swore that she had never seen such a handsome man, and even the immortals in the clouds would feel inferior to him. It's just that he is too ethereal, as if if he wanders away, he will disappear.
The first time he saw her, he felt inexplicably familiar. He had always only had casual acquaintances with people and wanted to get close to someone for the first time. Being calm and composed, he broke his routine time and time again for her sake, just for her smile. From poverty to poverty, he has identified with her in this life.
Su Luoyan thought she would never forget the scene at that time. The so-called flowers are gradually charming the eyes. That year, the peach blossoms and catkins were flying, disturbing the thoughts. A man in white clothes was as warm as snow, as warm as jade, and his smile was as bright as the stars. He stood under the peach tree as if he knew she would come here. He chuckled and said: Luo Yan, you are here.
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I will keep this promise to you for the rest of my life.