She sat there, fingers trembling but stubbornly pulling his sleeve, crystal tears falling down, with a sad look.

she was wearing a small pink purple shawl, which set off her perfect figure. She wore a soft yellow velvet Knee Skirt, a pair of black high boots, wine red hair with curling radian on her shoulders, clear and bright but without losing charming pupils, curved willow eyebrows, white and flawless skin with a touch of red powder, and thin lips like rose petals.

Gu Chengfeng stops. He turns to Fang Qingrou and says, "Qingrou, we are not suitable. I told you before."

and more than once.

but she never heard it....