"Master, will you come to listen to music tomorrow?"
"No"
"The young master also dislikes me, right? I'm just a singer, how dare I let the young master worry about me?" Bai Qingyi looked at the snowflakes floating in from the window, and somehow she felt more and more like these snowflakes.
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"Qing Yi, I'm going to the front line."
"Shang Li, Qing Yi, how about waiting for you to come back?" This farewell is the farewell between Qing Yi and Shan Li. Regardless of high or low, it is Shan Li who belongs to Qing Yi.
"Good"
Waiting for the recognition of the world, waiting for the tacit agreement of the elders, waiting for you to return safely after becoming famous, waiting for eight large sedan chairs to marry you home.
Intention: I want to have a home with him