Fireworks bloomed wildly in the sky, like golden chrysanthemums in full bloom, like silver willows swaying.
Yelü Miaomiao suddenly turned her delicate head.
The man behind her looked at her tenderly, "A gift for you."
At that moment, the girl was in tears.
"Jiang Mo, you really have been influenced by the Dharma body. You pity me, you are just pitying me. You won't ever see me again, will you? Jiang Mo, how can you be so heartless..."
The girl threw herself at him, her fists pounding against the man's chest.
"I think, I really have fallen for you."
Jiang Shouzhong spoke softly and then shook his head, "No, it's not that I think, I have truly fallen for you."
Sometimes, emotions are just so magical.
He had liked Ye, thinking he could be with her forever, but in the end, he chose Hong'er.
He thought he could forget Hong'er and make an effort to like Xia He, but in the end, he had unintentionally fallen for Yelü Miaomiao...
Fickle?
Indeed he was fickle.
