"Axuan, why did you marry someone else and leave us? If you must marry, can you marry me?" Eleven-year-old Wan Li looked up at Zhao Wangyou, who was wearing a phoenix crown and harem, and asked innocently.
"Ali, you are still young. You will like other girls when you grow up." The eighteen-year-old bride coaxed the child she had grown up with.
"Axuan, you are back and I have grown up. Can I marry you now?" Eighteen-year-old Wan Li rushed to Zhao Wangyou, who was 25 years old and had just returned home, and spoke again without changing his mind.
"Ali, don't force certain things."
"Then what if I insist on forcing it?"
…
Zhao Wangyou looked at the dying young man in his arms and asked again: "Axuan, can you choose me this time?"
It's just that that precious person can no longer hear the words "I choose you."
Intention: All things grow and life progresses