The hands that hold each other again are a gift from God, and they are also the belongings of the kite.
In this world, everyone is born as a kite. It has the ability to fly, but it also has a string that belongs to him, so that no matter how far he flies, he will eventually land where he is. No line will fly farther, but it can never return to the same place.
The library was so quiet that I could only hear the sound of turning books
Ji Qingyue had just been sitting for about seven minutes, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.
"Chenchen, baby, I can..."
"No, my stomach will hurt."
"Please, I'll just buy a ball and eat it all. It's a small amount and it won't hurt my stomach. I discussed it with it and he said it will be obedient."
"You said the same thing last time, did you forget? In the end, who cried in pain?"
"Bian Zechen, is it okay?"
The young man paused his writing pen and turned to Ji Qingyue with a dark face, his air pressure instantly dropped.
Bian Zechen pushed the ring and the note to Ji Qingyue. The camera zoomed in on the note. The questions and answers on it read:
"When will Bian Zechen marry Ji Qingyue?"
"Now"
Concept: Love can be dull, but it can also be vigorous