C252 Married to

Nangong Huaiyue's voice sounded stubborn.

That day, when he looked back, he saw Chen Yan's favorite pear tree mixed with thin snow.

Old friend Hu Bugui, my white hair, green eyebrows.

He would never be able to wait for the person he wanted to wait for. His black hair had already turned white the day that person left.

He didn't have any other wishes