"Ger, tell me why you hid it from me! Why? Why did you leave me?"
"I'm lucky enough to be able to protect you for half of my life. I don't dare to covet God's love anymore. If I cry again, my makeup will be wasted, but it won't be able to cover my wrinkles." At this point, Bu Tianqing couldn't help but sigh, "If you want to blame me, you can only blame me for letting you down for three lives."
"No, I want you to explain clearly why you lied to me for half your life. I order you~" Although Wu Xiayu's clothes were wet with tears at this time, she still looked stubborn. "You also know that half of me is buried in loess and my makeup is stained. You know how ugly I am. I'm scared to death, you ugly beggar."
"Oh! That starts with a steamed bun that smells like fart." Bu Tianqing looked up helplessly at the locust flowers floating in the wind with a trace of memories, his eyes gradually losing their luster.
"Humph, old bastard, you have come to this point and still pretend to be serious. I told you that you will never be able to escape in this lifetime." Wu Xiayu turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell on the mysterious handprints that had been made. She whispered, "Nine heavens and ten places, traveling in all directions."
A gust of breeze blew by, leaving only a piece of Sophora japonica that fell with the wind...
Concept: The protagonist is the second male lead, who has been entangled in love and hate for three lives, just because of a steamed bun that smells like fart, and I love you, but I can't tell you.