Want to be punished? She admits it! Want to fight? She suffers! But why was he the one who sent her to the bridal chamber? Is the agency exhausted? Or is he stupid? Is it a deliberate conspiracy? Or unforgettable love? I wonder who can see this clearly? He pulled me into his arms and laughed so hard that he was so ecstasy, Xiaoye, you are mine, no one can take it back, no one can snatch it away. He stood like a green pine on the top of a ten thousand-foot peak, standing in the wind, and said coldly: My woman must not be weak. She looked back, smiled, and opened her red lips: To be my man, you must take off all your disguises. He looked up to the sky and vowed to trap her, body and mind, for the rest of his life. He threw the cup on the ground and threatened to steal her heart and life. Is it really an illusion? Is it love or hate? Is it dependent origination or dependent cessation? Who can raise a glass of wine with her and be proud of the world? Who can hold the high position with her? Compose a song "Wolf Laughs" together? Three different loves, three different lives, three different splendors.
