Fang Yu, Fang Jiguan, died in Jiguan. I originally thought that I was a young master from the prime minister's mansion who traveled all over the world and was loved by everyone. I never expected that I would be a cannon fodder in a book, an unknown cannon fodder with few words in a book, a stumbling block in other people's love journey, and even give my family fortune to others to make wedding clothes for others. Xiaofang was furious! Xiao Fang is incompetent and furious! Xiaofang raised his head and sighed after re-living, life is so difficult. So, on a night when the sound of Zen was singing and the night was dark and windy, Xiao Fang drank to relieve his sorrow.
Fang Yu pulled her good brother who died younger than herself in her previous life and said angrily: "I want to take back everything that belongs to me this time!" Lu Ziyu looked at the arm that had tried to pull out several times to no avail, patted Fang Yu's head stiffly, sighed and echoed: "Okay, I will listen to you, I will take it back for you."
Time has passed for a long time, and everything seems to be passing by like clouds and smoke in the past. It has been so long that Lu Ziyu can still think of that night. The man who looked drunk but was actually sober silently withdrew his hand trying to support the drunk man, but was grabbed by the unreasonable drunkard. Lu Ziyu always felt that what Fang Yu held was not his hand, but the hot and beating heart under his chest. At that time, he always thought that it would be nice to just have a quiet time like this.
It also has a bit of a mysterious color about it.
Concept: Behind the quiet years is someone carrying a heavy burden and moving forward