Xu Yan opened the dusty picture album, which contained a record of a young man, and that young man always inadvertently remained in Lin Ranting's writings.
"Xu Yan, do you want to look at the stars?"
"I think you are more beautiful than the stars."
"Lin Ranting, make a wish"
"Then I promise to marry the person I like next year today."
"Oh? Then who do you like?"
"He's asking me"
"It won't work if you say it"
"Then your wife will have to marry someone else."
"No, children can only marry older friends."
What the hell kind of logic is this?
"Xu Yan, you bastard, you liar! You promised to marry me."
Xu Yan closed his eyes and said nothing quietly. There was a small ball hanging around his neck. Inside was the peace blessing embroidered by Lin Ranting for him.
Intention: Growth and redemption