The Princess Is Going to Be Reborn

Sichuan, Chengdu, Siguniang Mountain. Midsummer is the peak tourist season, and Siguniang Mountain is also surrounded by a surging flow of people. Who knows that this is a Chinese characteristic. Two figures, one red and one yellow, stood out among the crowd. Yan Chenxing, wearing a red T-shirt and white shorts, was dressed in a refreshing outfit. At this moment, almost his whole body was hanging on Qin Hao beside him. His delicate little face was red, and the slightly curled bangs on his forehead were stuck to his face with sweat. "Hey, Brother Hao, if I had known there were so many people, I wouldn't have come." Yan Chenxing pouted with an unhappy look on his face. Qin Hao on the side is fully armed. Not only is he carrying his wife who has followed him through thousands of...