"Yu Huan, I only want to ask you one thing." Qi Le stared at Yu Huan with sad eyes, and found that the red on her skirt was particularly dazzling. Tomorrow Yu Huan will enter the palace as a concubine. She can't escape what she has been hiding for so long. Yu Huan unconsciously sneered, "Now that things have happened, do you have anything else to ask?"
"Do you love me?" Qi Le seemed to be speaking out from between his teeth, "You know what kind of love I'm talking about."
Recalling all the past events, she joked at that time: "Maybe you like me." Now it has become a prophecy.
Intention: My love does not distinguish between men and women, it just happens to be you