When he left, he hugged me and whispered to me, saying that he would bring his achievements in Anbang, his name as a high-ranking official, and his generous salary as a betrothal gift. At that time, I only praised it and never thought about anything else.
Two years of ups and downs, the whispers at that time turned into empty words, in exchange for him escorting me to marry me in a foreign country, and we finally parted ways with him on the city tower. I remember that one hundred thousand elite soldiers came to the city that day, which was also considered as my red makeup.
The heroine's first perspective, short ancient sayings, and BE aesthetics.
Intention: I haven't thought about it yet