Four years ago, she rescued him. Her eyes were filled with smiles, and she reached out to ruffle his hair, "Hey, kid, what's your name?"
That night, dazzling fireworks flashed in the sky, and the fireworks reflected the side of his face red, and there were bits and pieces of light shining in his pupils, "Just call me Acheng from now on."
Acheng, Acheng, it would be great if he could always be her Acheng. He lied to her, but he refused to lie to her forever.
Four years later, her eyes were as cold as blades, and she held a hairpin against his chest. He smiled indifferently and said, "If you want this life, just take it."
On their wedding night, everyone in the hall looked at her as if she were a madman. His groom's suit was so red that it stung her eyes.
She loved him after all, even if he loved Shen Changyin.
She has never wanted to hold on to anything in her life, only him. Maybe this is her life. This is what she has been doing in her life.