"It's so high here, I'm scared." Ye Ying looked at the stones and winced.
"Don't be afraid, it's not high at all."
"You're going to die, right?" The young man smiled again: "Didn't you say you wanted to accompany me? Are you going to break your oath again?"
"No, it's not like that. Listen to me, I am no longer the girl I was more than ten years ago. I am old. Look, I am so thin, my breasts are so small, flat and dry. Will you still like me?"
"Of course I like you."
"Really, do you really like me?"
The young man frowned and said, "You have never asked these questions before."
"Now that I'm so ugly and I can't have any more children, will you dislike me?" Ye Ying suddenly cried and whispered aggrievedly.
"Ye Ying, come quickly." She looked at the boy, who smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, let's get married."