"Why?"
"Because the mandarin ducks have a fickle heart."
Xiao Zhan: ...
Even at such times, Ye Youlong's thinking is always so clear and definite.
"What do you want to be, then?"
"A wild goose."
"A wild goose?"
What is so good about wild geese, they are so gray and bland, and even look so ugly.
Xiao Zhan couldn't understand.
What he didn't know was that wild geese are birds of loyalty; when one dies, the other remains desolate day by day, never seeking a new love, living out their days in solitude!
Although Xiao Zhan didn't know this, he didn't care; whatever Ye Youlong wanted to be, he would be it with her.
As long as it's not becoming one of those hermaphroditic animals, everything else is fine with Xiao Zhan.
The two of them supported each other and walked for a while, but Xiao Zhan's pace was getting slower and slower.
