"My executive, I'm here to marry you."
Wen Lan smiled softly, her eyes overflowing with happiness, letting the blood stain her white shirt red. Mu Xiaonan rushed out like crazy, and An Zuo cried and hugged her. The crowd became restless.
Flames burst out from Wen Lan's fingertips, "Xiaonan, I'm sorry." The tongues of fire engulfed Wen Lan's thin cheeks and bronzed violin.
"Cheng Ze, look, I'm wearing a wedding dress. Can you take me home?"
The sea is endless as far as the eye can see, the waves come up with white foam, extinguishing the last flames, and the hatch slowly closes, isolating the hustle and bustle of the world.
Everything is quiet, it's time to come back
Intention: The fog is everywhere, I love you in a deserted place