"Alai thinks, what is love?" Heng Yuhuai looked at the person in front of him. Under the sunlight, she was extremely dazzling, seemingly without a trace of turbidity, but in the end there was no response. Blood was flowing from the corners of her lips, and she wanted to hold the person's messy hair behind her ears, but finally lowered her hand under the person's eyes: "Alai, after Qianfan, do you still choose this way?"
Intention: I hope you will stay true to your heart through everything