"Is there anyone here? I'll sit down." The young man's hearty voice hit her ears.
"What's your name? Which Ning? Which Huai? It sounds so nice! My name is Yang Zuoliao." He chattered endlessly.
"... Who wants to know your name?" Xu Ninghuai held her head.
The light rain was pouring, and a few apricot flowers fell on the ground.
"Huh? Why did such a thing happen to me when I got married? It's unlucky."
Yang Suoli took the girl into his arms and gave her a little peck.
Intention: Cherish the people in front of you