The passenger ship on which the talented painter Lin Mingyue was traveling capsized on the evening of November 9.
"Xia Zhimin, it was you. It was you who killed Mingyue. No, it was me too. I was the one who sent Mingyue to the boat. It was I who killed Mingyue. It was us." Lu Yu almost collapsed.
Lin Mingyue is dead.
Lin Mingyue has a twin sister who is hidden away. The only difference between her and Lin Mingyue is the mole on her lip.
Li Jingyu loved Lin Lang even more than Lin Mingyue.
"Is that you? Mingyue."
Meeting Lin Lang by chance at Lin Mingyue's funeral, Lu Yu thought it was his chance to atone for his sins.
"It's not me. I'm Lin Lang."
Xia Zhimin was unwilling and harmed Lin Lang again after Lin Mingyue.
"Do you think I'm still the same idiot?"
Lin Lang fought back, but discovered Xia Zhimin's conspiracy in this matter.
"Li Jingyu, you can't be like Lu Yu and be obsessed by Xia Zhimin."
Lin Lang felt scared, but always believed in Li Jingyu.
"Do you marry me?" He asked.
The next day, all the potted plants in his garden were moved, so looking upstairs, it was an English sentence.
In the gentle sunny afternoon, she looked at him, smiled, showing her little fangs, and told him with her mouth:
"I do."