"Li Muran..., Li Muran..., Li Muran..."
She started mumbling to herself and burst into tears.
As if she was afraid that she would forget the name, Su Xiaoxiao looked at that face and thought over and over again.
She knows that meeting is equal to parting.
Remember me?
I am Xiaoxiao, your favorite Xiaoxiao...
You said you would build a bamboo house here to let the morning sun shine in and the night moonlight shine in. You would wake me up on time, put me to bed on time, tolerate my perverse little temper, help me tuck in the autumn quilt, and tell me many, many jokes to make me happy.
Love me forever, pamper me forever. When the flowers bloom, we will drive a boat to the lotus pond to collect lotus roots. You will be responsible for shaking the paddle, I will be responsible for singing, and the baby will count the lotus flowers.
Intention: A fate destined to be fruitless