"Mom, I want to be a Taoist priest"
"Mom, I want to be a Taoist priest"
Song Jianzhi's smile gradually overlapped with the smile of Jiang Suxi's mother in his memory.
She really, like she.
"Is there my moon in your eyes?" It is ethereal, dreamy, vast and fascinating.
Her eyes are the universe and everything in the galaxy.
From elder brother to senior brother, then to Ajiang, and finally to husband.
That night in the bridal chamber, the candlelight flickered in the darkness, and tears rippled in my heart.
Jiang Suxi, who was wearing wedding clothes, wrapped his arms around Song Jianzhi's waist, buried his face in her chest and rubbed her again and again. He closed his eyes, with a hint of coquettish sweetness.
Suddenly a drop of warmth.
"Mianmian... I finally..."
"I got you..."
Intention: You don't have to insist on speaking, I am willing to wait for you for countless springs
