Xiao Yan dreamed of the same woman several times.
She stood on the edge of the green cliff, with three thousand blue silk strands draped on her fair shoulders and neck, and her soft hair and skirt were fluttering in the wind.
Sometimes she wears green clothes, sometimes she wears white clothes, holding a long sword, and she is unrivaled in the world.
But what impressed Xiao Yan the most was the black robe that wrapped her curvy figure, which always evoked his most primitive impulses.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Yunzhi, what about you?"
"Medicine Rock."
Xiao Yan wanted to see this woman's face clearly, but every time he came closer, all he was left with was a graceful and cold figure from behind...
Later, Xiao Yan really met her and finally realized that everything was not a dream. The person you dream about is close at hand.
She is his chosen wife for sure!
Yun'er, I, Xiao Yan, will never let you down in this life.
Intention: Lovers will eventually get married.
