Great God, Let Me Hug You

Isn't traveling through time just like seizing one's body? . Why do you need to explain?

Why can't I watch it anymore? I saw Su Youwei's part at the back

Is this the end? Why do I feel like the male protagonist is such a scumbag. . . I hate being away from you. .

Dusk, street, canteen. People, men, two men, one old and one young, standing across the counter. "It's you?" "It's me." "You're here." "I'm here." "You shouldn't have come." "I'm already here." "You're here after all." "I'm here after all." Silence, a long silence. The two people, who looked like clay and wood sculptures, were facing each other, but the setting sun was getting more and more slanting. "What are you doing here?" The old man finally broke the silence. "Make soy sauce." He said it crisply, word by word, without any hesitation. The old man pondered for a while and then said slowly: "How much does it cost per pound?" "One piece." Still crisp and clear, without any hesitation. The man's face had changed and he said: "You know I never sell soy sauce here for one yuan per catty." "I only want soy sauce for one yuan per catty." "Are you serious?" "Seriously!" The soy sauce seller stared at the man in front of him. He was very young, but no one would forget his eyes. They were as quiet as night and as deep as the sea. He knew that the young man in front of him was definitely an ordinary person, but he also knew that he would never sell soy sauce for one dollar a pound. The surroundings were still so quiet, as quiet as death. The sunset was gradually setting. He looked at the sunset in the distance and felt unspeakable fear. He smiled bitterly: "Do you have to buy it for one yuan a pound?" "Of course!" "What if I don't sell it to you?" "You can try it!" Silence, as silent as death. After a long while, he looked up at the young man and said through gritted teeth, "Okay, I'll sell you a pound of soy sauce for one dollar, but don't mention it to outsiders!" He took the soy sauce bottle and one dollar from the young man's hand. The bottle is cold, just like the heart of an old man; the coins are slightly hot, just like the palm of a young man's hand. After a while, the boy took the soy sauce bottle he handed back, turned around and walked towards the door. He won this battle, completely. A trace of pride flashed across the young man's face. But the soy sauce seller stopped him from behind: "Do you think you can really beat me?" The young man's body shook slightly and his steps stopped. "Obviously, I've got the soy sauce at such a low price." "Not bad." "Then I've beaten you." "It's a pity that you missed a little bit." The young man suddenly turned around, the muscles on his face twitched slightly. He seemed to realize something, but it was already too late. The soy sauce seller only smiled lightly and said, "My soy sauce is originally sold for 80 cents per catty."

Well done, Wushuang Ancestor(?▽?)

I understand, this is like a mother-in-law seeing her daughter-in-law give birth to a child. After the birth, the mother-in-law does not go to see if the daughter-in-law is dead or in pain, but to see the new-born grandson.

Domineering (°?°?╬)! |????)っ? Like you?

Okay, okay, after all, the New Year is almost here~

You can marry and marry~ It's almost as hot as now. Oops, how many years does the male protagonist really have to live?! I don't believe it, I don't believe it →_→ There is a halo of the protagonist. This is the law of nature...

... How many names does the heroine have...