When Xiao Xiazhou saw Xie Qingyi crying for the first time, he curled his lips and said, "There is no future."
Later, he became the one who hated her the most.
"Xie Qingyi, can't you be tougher?"
Someone's wet eyes were staring ahead. Before he could speak, he couldn't help it anymore. He pulled the person into his arms and whispered, "It's okay, you still have me."
"How can you successfully propose to a girl you like without making her sad?"
She stretched out her left hand and tried her best to smile charmingly: "You have succeeded..."
From youth to youth, from school uniforms to wedding dresses, my dear, we have grown up together.