"Hanguang-jun, are you my dad?" "No" "Then where is my dad?" "I don't know" "Hanguang-jun, would you be my dad?" "..." "Uncle, what does my mother look like?" "Who is your mother? The most beautiful woman in the world. "What about my father?" "Uncle, is he like this?" "What is in my gourd?" "A rich daughter fell in love with a poor scholar. Unfortunately, they were not on the same road, so they were about to separate. The daughter's tears stained the scholar's wet ink, stained with their thoughts and feelings, and then their souls were born. An infatuated child. I want to attach this soul to my inkstone, so that every letter I write to my second brother will be full of affection." Lan Xichen smiled, and his dimples seemed to be filled with sunshine, illuminating Jin Guangyao's letters. "Xiao Xingchen, I want to eat braised pork." "Okay, I just don't have much money and the leeks are about to mature. You can sell some tomorrow." "Hey, okay, but you have to come with me." "Okay." Xue Yang lay in the coffin and basked in the sun. He held the straw stick in his mouth and looked at Xiao Xingchen who was busy coming and going, with the corner of his mouth raised.
Intent: Sixteen Years During Wei Wuxian's Absence...