Yang Qian always believed that fate was destined. Her and another person's names were on the Sansheng Stone, and Yue Lao also wrapped a red thread on her fingertips, but after waiting and waiting, he still disappeared. She had no choice but to embark on the road of blind date. But will he be the one with whom he is not well-married? The days ahead are long, let's walk lightly.
Yang Qian: "Jiang Xing, why did it take you so long to come?"
Jiang Xing: "I'm looking for a suitable white horse.?"
Yang Qian: "Oh, I heard people say that the person riding the white horse is not necessarily the prince, but may also be Tang Monk."
Jiang Xing: "Qianqian, everyone's words are lies. Take a good look, Prince Charming is like me."
Yang Qian: "But Ling Yun said that Prince Charming looks like Xu Xiao."
Jiang Xing: "Qianqian, remember, I am your personal custom. If you want Prince Charming, I will become Prince Charming."
Yang Qian: "Then, if I want to be a Tang Monk, can you also become a Tang Monk?"
Jiang Xing: "... Are you sure??"
Yang Qian: "I..."
Jiang Xing: "Qianqian, you have to think clearly."
Yang Qian: "I want to be clear..."
Jiang Xing: "Qianqian, this is related to your happiness in the rest of your life. Think about it again."
Yang Qian: "..."
Jiang Xing: "That's right."
Yang Qian: "..."