Let's imagine that a declaration of love takes place in the temple of Putsi. (This is a temple that Xie Liang personally built.)

An elusive faint breeze was blowing at the backs of both youths. Yes, it's probably worth fixing the bottom of the flimsy wooden wall.

«San Lan..»

These words are like honey in batter for a demon, and the most beautiful music is the most.

«..San Lan. These words.. Just now, don't take them too seriously. Take it as a joke, whether it's a rejection.»

A refusal is not a refusal.. What is this prince talking about? Is this beautiful god afraid to say something..?? Oh no. Hua Cheng was ready for anything.

«Well.. this.. I love you. And in fact, I don't know how to express these feelings.»

Is it tomato season today? The celestial is the most ripe. On his pale, wonderful cheeks, there were strong blushes from embarrassment.

«N-no! Just don't think anything like that.. If you refuse, I'll understand. Still, friendship, and that's it..»