Zhou Pengyan looked at Qin Ziyu with a smile and said softly: "Look, your last name is Yu, and my surname is Zhou, which adds up to Zhou Yu; your surname is Qin, and I have Peng, and Peng comes from pre-Qin; you have Zi, and I have inflammation. Fire burns wood and turns it into earth, which can nourish all things. So we are a match made in heaven, and we will never be separated."
Qin Ziyu listened to Zhou Pengyan's words and felt waves of warm sea breeze in her heart, blowing away all the uneasiness deep in her heart. : "Yeah." We will never be separated.
Concept: Maybe people have opinions about depression, but in fact they are all little cuties and deserve to be loved.