Yan Ruyan has always had a snow dumpling in her memory. The small dumpling has a soft face and soft hands, which is no less impressive than the glutinous rice cakes in Furonglou.
The first time the two met was when Tuanzi was holding Zhou Li, and Xiao Ruyan was almost caught; when they met again, Tuanzi was held in his arms and looked around with round eyes, and Yan Ruyan was grabbed by her fingers as soon as he came close; and later when Tuanzi was trembling and learning to walk, he knew to look for sister Ruyan... Everyone around him laughed that Ruyan had given herself a husband in advance.
When everyone thought they could see the end of their lives in peace, the slaves came to the border and were in danger, and the Shangshu Mansion was wiped out... The jokes of fate came one after another.
Three years is not a long time, but it is not short either.
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