Liu Yueyue laughed and said, "Even the best of luck cannot compare to your destiny, which is bestowed by the heavens. Just wait and enjoy your happiness slowly. I just want to persist in my dreams, let him read me the poems I love, compose lyrics that belong to me, gaze at the small bridges and running water at leisure, and when night falls, let me add some fragrance to him with my red sleeves."
Liu Qian said, "Yueyue, in fact, love is sweet, but life is reality. I share your dream, but fate assigned me Zhang Xiaolong. I can only choose my village life. Different people have different ways of life, I hope we will all have our own happy lives."
Liu Yueyue said, "Sister, I also believe we will be happy. But, Sister, have you really decided? I still want to ask you for the last time, have you really decided to marry a farmer who hardly knows any characters in such a hurry? Decades later, when you look back on the past, won't you regret today's decision?"
