Back then, the roses outside the Luo estate were in full bloom, their petals a brilliant red.
Luo Qiang and Gu Buhui had an agreement (one-sided).
But time is like an arrow with no sure aim.
Beneath the artillery fire, the roses gradually turned a brilliant, bloody red.
At the commander's victory banquet, glasses clinked and the young ladies from the prominent families let their skirts flutter about. Luo Qiang's gaze drifted, seemingly by chance, along a willow-slim waist. He suddenly looked up, nearly popping his eyes out.
Luo Qiang (with a wicked smile): What a stunning beauty!
The beauty was untouched by worldly concerns, yet he became the deepest trap Luo Qiang had ever fallen into.
Luo Qiang: Heaven really must have been my own dear son whom I poisoned in my last life ( ?ò ? ó? )
Rich Luo: From the start, I thought this was a farming novel. It slowly grew into an artistic romance, then developed in secret into a spy thriller. I guess love is gone...
Gu Buhui, pure, sincere, and naive (brewing tea): I have no interest in watching movies. I only wish to be the leading man alongside you, so I can take care of you up close.
Luo Qiang, expressionless (lighting a cigarette, heart fluttering): He's so pure ( ?>?<? )
Author (eyes wide as a panda's): This is my first time writing. I'm stuck. My protagonists have all been locked up in the little dark room for punishment.
Gu Buhui: Drag the one above me out and shoot him.
Luo Qiang (pulling out a grenade): +1. I recommend blowing him up right now.
Author (trembling): I've already flown into outer space. Do not disturb.
Theme: A carefree, easygoing spirit is a love of life.
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