Jiang Jinshu's eyes raised slightly: "Does Mr. Wei have someone he likes?"
Wei Yang sat upright: "Never."
Wei Yang was drunk and drowsy: "Jin'er?"
Jiang Jinshu smiled coquettishly and said, "Young Yang, are you happy with me?"
Wei Yang was obedient and confused: "Yeah~ Xinyue is with you~"
Time flies, and the years are long.
A pair of people for the rest of their lives, sharing three meals and evenings throughout the four seasons.
The agreement between life and death is broad and the child has become a man. He holds his hand and grows old together with him.
Intent: love story, holding your son's hand and growing old together