"Brother Ye, I will definitely marry you in the future!" She puffed up her little cheeks and shouted eagerly.
"Brother Ye, it's great to have you by my side for the rest of my life!" She was wearing a phoenix crown and a haori, her eyes filled with joy.
"Brother Ye, I don't believe you anymore!" She turned and left, so decisively.
Scenes of the past flashed through the dream one by one, and finally settled on her back when she left, "No, don't go, Qing'er!" He tried his best to reach out to catch her, but he couldn't touch the corner of her clothes.
Su Qingye suddenly woke up from her dream. She sat up and put her left hand on her forehead, feeling the cold sweat dripping down her face. He pressed his heart with his right hand, barely suppressing his rapid heartbeat.
"It's been three years, where are you?" Su Qingye murmured to herself.
Intention: The word "love" can either warm people or hurt them.