Zhang Qirui hugged Du Xiaoxi and said softly: "Your life belongs to me from now on." He never understood whether Du Xiaoxi meant love or hate to him, but he understood that there was no abandonment or abandonment in love, only love or dislove.
Du Xiaoxi watched Ximen Chuixue on TV and thought to herself: "I know a man. The little black mole on his right cheek is more coquettish than Ximen Chuixue." That little black mole is engraved in his memory like him, whether it is related to love or not.