Destiny, the rest of your life belongs to me, my destiny belongs to you. To him, the whole world was less than her. Her eyes can smile and talk, there are stars in her eyes, her smile is beautiful, and her tear mole is very charming. He was three years old and she was one year old. His pale face and forehead were covered with sweat. He was bent over and covering his heart. His cold eyes slowly moved to the white one-line dress in front of him. Even though he was wearing a simple dress, it was still dazzlingly beautiful. He said silently, fate...