Yaoyao had never seen a monk with such beautiful peach blossom eyes until she met Luo Fusheng.
"Monk, will you be my wife?" Luo Fusheng said nothing.
"Monk, do you like me?" Luo Fusheng was silent.
"Monk, will you marry me?" Luo Fusheng left.
Yaoyao didn't give up. It wasn't until Luo Fusheng pushed Yaoyao away with her own hands that she gave up.
But he never thought that on the night of Yaoyao's wedding, Luo Fusheng would press Yaoyao under him regardless of everything and whispered in Yaoyao's ear: "I love you."
But monk, do you know that we can no longer go back to the past?