"How long did I sleep?"

"One day." Chu Hanye's voice trembled slightly.

"Why don't you sleep?" Di Qingsu stretched his aching body and said with a smile: "You are afraid that I will not be able to sleep and return to that world again, so I don't dare to sleep and keep staring at me."

Congratulations to Emperor Qing Su for guessing, Chu Hanye lowered his long eyelashes.

"Don't worry, no, I'll never leave you again. I've already finished the affairs of that world, and my body was swallowed by the black hole during this time travel, otherwise I wouldn't have returned to this body, and thank you for keeping it so perfectly. I will always be with you, this is my home, with my lover, with my children. ”

Di Qing Su explained softly, blaming her for not telling him clearly, let him keep this posture for a day, worry about it for a day, spend it in torment, how tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

Di Qingsu was distressed, turned over and sat on Chu Hanye's body, pulled his two big hands over his chest, and smiled charmingly: "I think you have stiff muscles and bones and need to move, this concubine will reward you with an exercise to move, and then punish you for sleeping for a day."

The brocade tent is warm in spring, which is a way for people who love each other to express their love, and the sea of love is churning, and it is a blend of the two.

They finally repeated after experiencing life and death.

The story is over, and I don't want to say that they will live happily ever after, that is the ending only in fairy tales. But I know that they will definitely manage their marriage with their hearts, and they will be happy in the face of more difficulties and ups and downs, they will be happy, and they will be happy with love.

The reunion after parting makes us feel how sweet it is to get together, and the rainbow will be more dazzling after the wind and rain.

It's not that we don't have the courage to love, but we don't dare to love, we lack the attachment to love, the faith in love. We are afraid, afraid that the attachment will lead us into the abyss, we are afraid that the faith will hurt us into the bone marrow.

We crave love, but we ourselves are stingy with love. We are both escaping and pursuing, we are complex and contradictory in search of answers, trying to find a balance. We believe in family affection and friendship, so why can't we believe in love?

It has been said that in the world of love, betrayal is based on trust. Maybe one day, you push open the door of the house, and you are greeted by your beloved man and your best friend rolling in your own world, maybe one day you turn on your computer, and suddenly a picture pops up in it that you never want to see, and the person in the picture, you are so familiar.

Maybe it's your loved ones, your colleagues, your neighbors, your friends...... What kind of love is still being talked about, what a hypocritical noun it is. There is only trading, a selfish transaction between people, each taking what he wants.

A model couple you are optimistic about may surprise you one day, but they are too deep in each other, who hasn't had anyone else? Both men and women! Who hasn't betrayed? Both mentally and physically!

It's not that we're thinking it's too complicated, it's society, and humanity is already evolving at full speed in this direction.

Is marriage just a way to be chosen in order to have the continuation of the next generation? We stand at a crossroads......

Who is to blame? Blame us for not having the perseverance to love? No, we just learned to love ourselves more! Once you are hurt, you will never give up.

In the vast sea of people, in the world, in this materialistic era, dear yourself, if you are lucky enough to meet the fate of your love and love you at the same time, please cherish it more and love for this rare heart-warming love. Maybe some people will not have a heartbeat once in their lives, a heartbeat.

I've always believed that there is pure love.

We long for the beauty of love, we hope that every pair of lovers will eventually become married, we all have a heart of love expectations, that heart is called true love, regardless of age and nationality. That is called single-mindedness, called the unity of the mountains and the heavens and the earth, and only then can you dare to be with you. We bless every legend of love, we pour out every ode to love, we feel sad about every love's parting, and we rejoice in every love's gathering.

When appreciating each novel, our subconscious hope is that it is a love of ten thousand years, an unswerving love, and we can't bear the misunderstanding and separation of love between the hero and heroine. In fact, it is because we regard them as ourselves, and we can't accept them, afraid that love will fly away, and we will not be able to stay with the person we love.

In the subconscious, I always feel that every love must go through many difficulties to last for a long time, and the probability of breaking up will be lower. I often think that in fact, love is the same as marriage, both need to be managed, but if you manage it with your heart, the changed heart will not come back, and if you don't care about it, everything you do is in vain.

When you love each other, let go of love, and when you don't love, you cry out loud in pain. There are always people who know their own goodness, and there is always their own piece of heaven.