Butong thought that if she could choose again, she would not come here and open Li Jingchen's diary.

[I want to go from youth to antiquity. 】

ten simple words were written on their wedding day.

Butong's mind was blank, and his expectations were high in his heart, and suddenly all collapsed.

she seems to have forgotten how to react, and her stiff fingers are turning back. On Saturday, November 3, the moon is bright and the stars are thin. You look at the sea, I only look at your face. 】

Butong can't bear such affectionate words any more. Instead of looking at the content, he turns to the...