The night before Song Yuan left, Cupid walked into his room.
"You're leaving now." Cupid said helplessly.
"Will you come with me?" Song Yuan put down the tea cup and looked at Cupid with a smile.
"What, take me to elope?" Cupid suddenly became interested.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it when I go back to China." Song Yuan stopped joking, "It's not very friendly to gays over there."
"Oh." Cupid curled his lips, looking quite disappointed.
"But, I have prepared something for you, please keep it as a thought."
"What?"
Song Yuan took out a brown sachet from behind and handed it to Cupid.
Cupid took it and opened the sachet.
There are a few red beans inside, strung together by a red thread, just enough to be worn on the wrist.
Song Yuan helped Cupid put it on his left wrist and said softly: "Put on the red thread, and you will be mine."
Cupid knew that Song Yuan used the red thread to lead people to marriage.
"But my golden arrow has already hit you. If I give you another golden arrow, you won't be able to take it." Cupid gradually approached Song Yuan, looked into each other's eyes, and whispered: "Then, I can only dedicate myself to you."
Intention: Let's talk about what kind of sparks can be created between geniuses, the most favored people of heaven, and the cultures of the East and the West.