Zhou Fuchu, who has the ability to predict, has been practicing with his master in Mu Qingshan for ten years. He was happily preparing to go down the mountain with his senior brother to go home and planned to meet his fiancée, but General Cheng interrupted the marriage, so...
"Cheng Qian, my leg is cramped. If you don't want me to tell my father that you ruined my marriage, please squeeze my leg."
"Cheng Qian, my feet are numb. If you don't want me to tell my father that you ruined my marriage, please squeeze my feet."
"Cheng Qian, it's my arm. If you don't want me to tell my father that you ruined my marriage, please rub my arm for me."
Cheng Qian saw her bossing around and wanted to punch her, but he always lost under her pressure.
I don't know when I started to be willing to be sent by her and to watch her laugh.
If Cheng Qian had known that that day was the last time she said these words, he would have followed her every step of the way. He would have been willing to accompany the desperate girl to fight against fate.
Zhou Fuchu never thought that because she tampered with the prophecy privately, she would become the raw material for sacrifice to heaven. Now she really couldn't laugh...
"Cheng Qian, I don't want you to betray your family and friends because of me. I want you to be unique and loved by the world. Even if I am gone, I want you to prosper."
"Zhou Fuchu, I don't want to miss you because of my harsh words."
Purpose: Today's ups and downs are the prelude to a comeback in the future.