The same flowers bloomed, but our love fell into pieces not long after the initial blooming, and there was no chance of repair.
"Yan Yan, can you give us another chance to prove that these years of separation are not because of lack of love, but just to learn how to love better..."
After all, Luo Chengchuan was no longer the taciturn and aloof male god. Such words even made Gu Yanliang smell of eloquence, but she still couldn't stop the hidden joy in her heart.
We, from the beginning to now, have only each other, so in the future, please only belong to each other. Luo Chengchuan, natural disasters and man-made disasters, I will never let go of your hand again.