I think she, a proud woman like Lai Weiwei, was defeated by this name. Her favorite boy, the boy with peach blossom eyes and long eyelashes, slowly said "Xu Duoduo". The man she gradually fell in love with in Zhu Xian, the man who rode her around on a broken white horse, took her to Shura on a flying sword, and protected her from the wind and rain, slowly said "Xu Duoduo". There was no coincidence. They were two people, but they had the same name, which made Lai Weiwei remember his name for the rest of his life.
Who is she, Lai Weiwei, no matter how proud, stubborn, selfish or bad she is? . . . . . But there will always be happiness.