Gong Ping didn't stay in the shop for too long, just came to rest for a bit, and incidentally picked up a flower.
In the course of this year, she finally waited for the one who should come to her.
Although she missed the most beautiful years, everything was still not late, there was still time.
"He's a novelist."
Jiang He thought it was not bad and was happy for her best friend.
"It's incredible, the old lady is almost married off," Xu Qing remarked with emotion, but he was nevertheless quite pleased. Having known each other for so long, seeing Gong Ping alone and unaccompanied sometimes made him anxious too.
People like them generally harbor beautiful wishes, sincerely hoping those around them would also lead a good and happy life.
