Copywriting: Under the candle shadow, soft lips gently pressed against her forehead, her nose, her face, and finally landed on her lips, a tentative touch, a gentle massage... The first time: The first time the second master saw her hugging her knees and slumped on the ground, the tears were like a faucet that was not closed tightly, falling on the clothes. The second time: Holding his hand tightly, not daring to let go. The third time: She was forced to marry, and she didn't expect the second master to come to steal the marriage...