Li Xiang'er didn't sleep all night, and when she closed her eyes, there were clips of her and Lin Moshan's acquaintance, from the quarrel that didn't like each other, to the inexplicable love later, now, twenty years.

There is warmth and sweetness, and there is no shortage of noisy cold wars. Looking back at the past, the days seem to pass silently, but they have left so many footprints step by step.

"How did I marry you?" Many times, Lin Moshan has said this. Sometimes it's gratifying, sometimes it's sighing, and sometimes it's angry. In short, he just married her.

Li Xianger sometimes wonders how she married him, a poor and wooden scholar. When I'm angry, I want to kick him out of the villa, and when I love him very much, I can't wait to marry him again in the next life.

Lotus Lantern, 112. The ninth day of August is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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