My lover is my bamboo horse—my favorite Yan Ze! We hold hands in the afterglow of the setting sun, kiss under the plane tree, keep each other warm in the darkest time, and make a lifelong commitment at the dawn of time. I thought our happy life was about to begin, but Yan Ze became more and more indifferent to me... Is it true that men become bad when they have money? ! I need to find out what's wrong with him, does he still love me? I am not a love brain! Yan Ze is really very good to me. He has done many things for me... I love him and want to be good to him all my life.
Concept: A chaffinch nests in a parasol tree, a mandarin duck nests on a thorn tree