C911 Happiness like a Dream

The wind of the prairie was exceptionally lonely.

Yongxi was sitting in front of the old felt house, guarding a small bonfire. She leaned against Lian Jinxing with a stick in her hand. From time to time, she would pick potatoes in the bonfire.

"It will be ready in a little while."

Lian Jinxing looked over. "What kind of wedding do you want?"

Yongxi froze, her eyes wide