It's raining on the edge of the broken bridge, and the red clothes holding umbrellas are heavily exposed. The green plums of the past did not bear fruit, and the bamboo horses have fallen by the wayside.
"Cousin, I heard from grandpa that you want to break off the engagement?" The woman in red had tears in her eyes, but her eyes were about to fall.
"Yes." The man in white clothes stood with his hands behind his back, his face was rigid and his expression was clear.
"Why?" The woman held back, but wanted results.
"I have someone I like." The man said in a casual tone.
"Who?" Not for argument, just for peace of mind.
"Zheng Jialanting." I don't want to hide it. We have never been together, so how can we be separated.
As everyone knows, the flowers have to be broken when they bloom, but don't wait until the flowers fall and the branches are broken.