In her sophomore year of high school, she fell in love with her.
In her senior year of high school, she confessed to her.
"What do you mean?" Yu Duyao raised his eyes.
"Can't you see what I mean?" Xu Yujin seemed a little annoyed, "It's up to you whether you like me or not. I like you, that's enough!"
"Fool." Yu Duyao chuckled and took the so-called love letter from the other party's hand, "Who did you hear that I don't like you?"
Three years later, two girls looked towards the sea, one wearing a white dress and dancing gracefully. The other one was silent for a long time, grabbed her slender wrist, and seemed to be saying something, a repeated sentence.
"Let's get married."
Intention: Love rises in the east and falls in the west, romance will last until death
