C37 Romantic

The white poplar beside him shook violently, and pieces of vigorous leaves fell from the sky.

A piece of leaf had also fallen on Gong Mengran's head. From the side, the leaf looked like a devastatingly beautiful bride.

He wanted to marry her.

Sooner or later.

Three days later.

It was destined to be an extraordinary day.

The sun seemed to have matured a little