The 500-word limit was to keep it confidential as to why she wanted to marry him. The tone was flat, but she knew that his heart was burning and spitting fire.
Under the moonlight,
She smiled beautifully and sweetly: I'm not ruthless, so how can I prove that you are passionate? Isn't it a good idea to just be your smartest self?
You still don't believe me
I don't believe you, who can I trust in this world?
It's so difficult to hand over your sincerity and speak your truth?
She shook her head and smiled: If the fox is obedient, his life will be to make clothes. Feng Ziyi, I don't love anything but my own little life.