"There has always been a legend about a heroine named Ye Manchu circulating in Beiqiao Courtyard.
It was a gray afternoon. I cried in front of my parents in grievance and almost fainted. Later, my parents had no choice but to call Liuliu and find out the whole story.
Of course, the whole story was processed by Liuliu and I.
It was also a sunny and warm afternoon. The sounds of Zhao Zichi and Ye Chun's skin being torn apart echoed throughout the Beiqiao compound. They were crying, begging for mercy, and dyeing my red scarf red with blood.
Thank them, I love them. "
Zhao Zichi was like a sponge, which Ye Manchu had grasped to the core for more than ten years, but at the moment when they were bound to separate, all the childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts slowly expanded over time, and in the end, he became a person who could grow freely.
As for love, it turns out that it has been twisting and turning in thousands of holes.
It's just that they don't know.