"I hate washing dishes."
"Hmm"
"I can't do laundry."
"Hmm"
"Not gentle"
"Hmm"
"Inconsiderate"
"Hmm"
…
"Then what do you have to say?"
Lin Anru knew that this was the end of the blind date. The person opposite who was said to be the third generation of red had his head buried in his handbag from beginning to end. Apart from a few "um" responses, he was really a statue.
"Ms. Lin, when are you free, can you visit the Civil Affairs Bureau?"
"..."
It is not the scene of the prince and princess that I have fantasized about many times, it is not a romantic seaside place, no roses, no rings.
Is this how a marriage should be without love?
The marriage life of a young school girl born in the 1980s and a third-generation celebrity is not ups and downs, not exciting enough, just a light life atmosphere. It was a bland and too real subplot.
Love or dislike is not something you can just talk about.
I will not seek life and death for you, and I will not give up myself for you. However, who can say that this is not love between us.