Provocations and betrayals again and again forced me to turn around and leave.
If you insist on comparing marriage to a tomb, then it is just a tomb of clothes. You can treat it as an imperial mausoleum and take it away without any thanks.
Whose tomb are you, and who is my imperial mausoleum?
I thought that this would be the case for the rest of my life, but unexpectedly, by chance, the cards were reshuffled.
--Hello, I'm Mo Ke.
--The flowers are blooming on the street, can you return home slowly?
--Coco, what is your suitor's name?
－Zi Qi, the son is to me, and his heart can be expected.
No matter how many times you are hurt, always believe that there is always someone waiting for you.
Conception: