Marriage on the Fingertips, Meeting an Zimo

"I just passed by and saved you, so you don't have to be moved to marry me. I would rather marry a trafficker and a lackey than love without love." Tian Xin looked at the stone and said: "You saved me, so I should pledge myself to you. From now on, I will be yours," the stone ruffian replied: "Your thoughts have nothing to do with me, and we will never meet again." Tian Xin turned and left, no longer entangled. "You want to leave?" Shitou grabbed Tian Xin's hand tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand popped out. "The bun is loosely tied, and the plum blossoms are lightly made up. The green mist is light, and the flying catkins are unsteady. Seeing each other is as if they have not seen each other, and being affectionate is not as ruthless. When I wake up after the singing and singing, the moon is setting in the deep courtyard and everyone is quiet." Tian Xin shook off his hand, recited this poem in her mouth, and left resolutely on her stilettos. Shitou looked at Tian Xin's leaving back. The hand that Tian Xin had thrown away hung in the air for a long time. Unconsciously, he clenched his right hand into a fist, clenching it tighter and tighter until his nails dug into his flesh. He looked at the direction Tian Xin left and muttered to himself: "Girl, you and me. Why did you leave when you were engaged? No matter where you go, I will find you and tie you tightly to me so that you can never leave again. Girl, it's not because you saved the two of you, but because I really fell in love with you, don't you understand?"