So what don't I dare to do?
I dare everything.
Cheng Weiyue stood in place, watching Cheng Weiyue disappear into the crowd.
She kept her eyes on his retreating figure, her eyes dry, not daring to blink.
She knew very well that the time of parting was on its countdown, so with each passing minute at that moment, she felt extravagantly extravagant.
Until Zhou Jingwei placed a marriage charm into her palm.
The tips of his fingers were cold with the touch of frost, pressed tightly against the back of her hand, his eyes were imbued with profound tenderness as he said, "Little Yueliang, I'm sorry, I burned your stuff."
Cheng Weiyue felt the cold in her palm, the talisman paper also damp with snow.
She said, "It's okay."
"It doesn't matter, there's nothing I can do anyway, I've already done it. In this world, wishes aren't always fulfilled," Zhou Jingwei said, his other hand caressing her silky hair, the movement revealing an undertone of deep affection.
