"Zhou Pengfei...you're going to have a bright future!" After a while, Yang Yajing leaned on Zhou Pengfei's shoulder and said, "Even when you become famous, don't forget your original aspirations!"

“Yang Yajing, you are my fairy, my muse. Without you, I would not have succeeded. Forgetting my roots would be like falling off the ladder and into a deep valley. How could I face myself?” Zhou Pengfei shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the painting.

"I wish you could graduate right now!" Yang Yajing exclaimed with emotion.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Pengfei didn't understand why Yang Yajing said that.

“I’m so eager to get married to my girlfriend…” Yang Yajing uttered slowly.

"..." Zhou Pengfei didn't expect Yang Yajing to be so direct. After being speechless, he suddenly laughed, a very sweet laugh, "I hate marriage too! I really hate that art school I attended for four years! I should have just taken the high school entrance exam!"

"My boyfriend has such a sweet tongue! It's like it's been coated with honey!"

"Girls should stay close to their boyfriends, and they'll be sweet together for a lifetime!"

"Sigh! I'm really worried about getting diabetes!"

"..." Zhou Pengfei was dumbfounded. This girlfriend was really good at ruining the mood.

But what can you do when he likes it?

"Alas! I've been poisoned! By a poison named Yang Yajing. There's no antidote, and I don't want to get rid of it."

"Zhou Pengfei... My life in this world is truly wonderful!" Yang Yajing exclaimed sincerely.

Isn't that what Zhou Pengfei was thinking too?

Fate brings us together from a thousand miles away; three smiles are in vain, a foolish act indeed.

It takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride, and a thousand years to share a pillow in sleep.

How many good deeds did he do in his past life to earn the right to be by Yang Yajing's side in this life?