At this moment, Yan Jingchuan's thoughts were already in a trance, and the image of a seventeen-year-old girl quietly leaning on the boy's arms under the sunset appeared in his mind.
"Jingchuan, do you know that I am a minority?" The girl under her arms looked up at the boy. Her rosy face, illuminated by the red light of the setting sun, looked particularly bright, as beautiful as a peach blossom blooming with dewdrops in the March sun.
"Really, I didn't expect that my sangyu is still a minority." The boy put his nose against the girl's rosy forehead and kissed the girl's nose.
"That's not right. Guess which minority it is, and you will be rewarded." The girl raised her hand to the boy's face and gently pulled him to both sides and said arrogantly.
"Let me think about... The Dai people"
"Wrong"
"What about the Li people?"
"That's not right. I'll give you one last chance."
"Hui"
"No! No! It's the Miao! The Miao"
"You are so stupid!"
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Concept: A misunderstanding has led to separation for many years. Will he and she be as doting as ever after meeting?