With a click, the door to the room opened. Lying on the bed, I raised my head and looked outside. I saw her wearing a white wedding dress, looking so noble under the dim light. "Let's see where you run away this time." She looked at me with a domineering look. What was supposed to come finally came, and I knew I had nowhere to hide this time, so I could only look at her helplessly and say, "Girl, I advise you to be kind."
Concept: People say that love is tragic nine times out of ten, but the one that remains is a rare beauty. The crowds are bustling and it is rare to find a lover.