The year-round dark withered grass grew wildly on that land, and it looked like old stone moss without a ray of sunlight. That was the only ray of light that came into the eyes of seventeen-year-old Jiang Qingyue that had been silent for many years.
"Hello, my name is Nian Zhizhi." He only glanced at her lightly, as bright and bright as a rose, "Hello, Jiang Qingyue."
"Zhizhi, be good, don't be afraid." She was filled with tears and her eyes were as blank as a rag doll. He was covered in blood but still hugged her girl tightly as if he wanted to imprison her soul. He only knew that this was the girl he wanted to marry and live in his family for the rest of his life.
"Mr. Jiang has such a successful career before he is thirty. Do you plan to get married when?" He said with a cold face, "I have a wife." The reporters were stunned, "Really? I didn't expect that a newbie in the business circle would already have a wife at such a young age. What kind of person is Mrs. Jiang?".
That day, Mr. Jiang, who had always been cold and aloof, smiled and told everyone that "it was so flamboyant and gorgeous that people couldn't take their eyes away."
The seventeen-year-old boy fell in love with that flamboyant and gorgeous girl. The twenty-seven-year-old Jiang Qingyue still fell in love with that flamboyant and gorgeous girl as he did when he was seventeen.
Intention: I wish there would be no tragedy in this world