Jing Jing: I heard that Ning Zhiyuan is delicate and frail, and will be bedridden after returning home. If I marry such a sick man, wouldn't it be equivalent to living with a pot of medicine every day?
Ning Zhiyuan: I heard that Jing Jing lives up to her name. I had the misfortune to meet her for the first time in sixteen years. She is such a dull and boring person. If I get married to her, wouldn't I be hurt internally?
Concept: Life is firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and happiness is