Xi Jia once liked someone.
He is the proud man of heaven.
And she is a perfect match for the chosen one.
"One day, you will know the direction of the light."
"You stand there and the light will come for you."
It started to rain in a remote mountain village. Xi Jia held an umbrella and sent the children back to their dormitories one by one.
She looked down and saw that her white shoes were soaked in mud and water, and her pants were not spared, but she felt a little lucky in her heart.
Fortunately, the children were not soaked in water.
"Xijia."
When she heard someone calling her name, she turned around with a smile, but saw Fu Qingkong holding an umbrella in the thin raindrops.
"Don't you want to see me?"
"Why don't you come and hug me."
Intention: Love must be brave