Please Take Care of Me for the Rest of My Life

Two years later, in a small village deep in the green mountains of Zhejiang, Qin Yishuang met again the woman who had fascinated him. She was wearing a simple cloth and was standing in the middle of the field planting rice with her trousers rolled up. Qi Lan was holding a handful of seedlings in his hand. When he saw that it was him, he waved happily. Qin Yishuang suddenly choked up, and all the words she had planned were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything. ... I know that I am young, unstable, and not the perfect candidate in your mind. But even if there is only a glimmer of hope, can I be the person who can accompany you for the next few decades? Who told you it wasn't?…