On the day He Huazhi came back, the two each cut off a section of long hair and tied it with a red string, implying that they will become husband and wife, and they will never tire of seeing each other.

"You are vicious." He Huazhi was amused by her words, "But I will not give you this chance."

"Let's see..." Wen Jian snorted softly at her, turned her back and put the red bag back to its original place.

In that bag, apart from the two sections of hair, there was also the red silk that He Huazhi brought back, which was the one that was tied to the marriage tree when they first met.

He Huazhi said that she searched for a long time before finding it in the pile of untied red ribbons. The ink on it was a little faded, but they could still vaguely see their names.

To be honest, when Wen Jian saw He Huazhi take out the red silk that day, she almost couldn't hold back her tears.

At that time, this man hugged her like this, calling her name tenderly over and over again.

And she answered her over and over again, "I'm here."

"Ah Jian..." Wen Jian felt that the person behind him was getting restless again, but she just couldn't bear to avoid it, so she let her mess around.

When the love was deep, she heard He Huazhi whispering in her ear, "Ah Jian, I love you."

So she stretched out her hand to hook her neck strenuously, and said with a smile, "I know..."

Later, no matter how much words were said, they were drowned in this silent night.

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