Copywriter: Xiao Mo's love story in old Shanghai in the 1930s at 8 o'clock, YY is stepping up the thunder, it's a trap, be careful~~~~
Yutang just stood in the smoke, her cheeks flickered by the flames, and there seemed to be a different kind of beauty in the embarrassment. She supported the wounded person so carefully, with a faint smile, bright eyes and white teeth, which was gentle and touching.
The snow slowly floated down, fluffy, falling on the corners of her hair and eyebrows, and on her white nurse uniform. He finally couldn't help shouting: "Yutang."
"It's you..." She raised her head sharply, staring at him with tears in her eyes: "You're back."
"Yes, I'm back." He stepped forward with a slight smile: "Hold your hand, grow old with me, live and die together, and be happy with me. Yutang, I'm here to keep your appointment."