On the last day of her life, Jiu Xuanji made a decision to get married, but she was rejected. She said that she was about to die, so she was not worth it, nor could she be so selfish, nor could she delay his life.
Since then.
For countless years, Jiu Xuanji's heart had already died. He had never touched any feelings, nor did he touch any women. He was focused on cultivation.
"Sigh!" Zhang Ronghua sighed.
"What is love in the world? It's about life and death."
" I'm sorry." Jiu Xuanji pretended to be calm and collected." I've made a fool of myself."
He praised.
"The poem is not bad. Once it spreads, it will definitely become a legendary story that will be remembered by countless people."
He asked again.
"When can I attend your wedding?"
"Which one do you want to drink?" Zhang Ronghua thought.
He shook his head.
"I don't know."
"You're luckier than me," said Jiu Xuanji enviously.
"Eat." Zhang Ronghua handed over a handful of strawberries.