He declared proudly to her,”You are mine. You must stay beside me all your life!”

This is not the strange tale from a Chinese studio I'm familiar with.

The spring wind was warm, and Jian Mo sat on the balcony, her white feet gently swaying. The man downstairs looked at her feet and frowned. "Jane Mo, get down here!" "Yang Zhexu, I'm not going to let you do whatever you want to me anymore." For a moment she seemed to be freed, and the colorful butterflies came out of nowhere and danced around her, spreading their wings. The balcony was empty except for bells of pure gold. "'Jianmo!'" Yang Zhexu's eyes snapped open, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It was a nightmare. At that moment, an urgent voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Yang, bad news, Miss Jane has run away again!"

The King of the Silver Screen was like a ruffian, the Queen of the Silver Screen was like a queen. Can such candy be eaten, can it be eaten? - - Si Qingyan and Zilofel had been childhood sweethearts and had been together for four years, until they broke up due to incompatibility of character. Their relationship had ended in their fourth year, after which they had gone about their own business, and they had met again at the theatre, where they had been the male and female protagonists.