Twelve years later.
"Luoluo, come to help me!" Lying face down on her big bed, Murong Niannian complained to her good friend through her mobile phone. She was simply so depressed inside.
Yan Chuluo was Murong Niannian's best friend, and their friendship was very solid. Although Yan Chuluo was five years older than Murong Niannian, Murong Niannian, a mature girl, did not have any difficulty communicating with her. Their relationship was even more harmonious than those of her peers.
"Well, my dear girl, I'm too busy to attend to you now. I even don't have any leisure for myself," replied Yan Chuluo, who was reading the latest military newspaper on a closestool.
Yan Chuluo actually could not attend to her talented friend at the moment because she fell in love with a man. More exactly, she fell in love with him in secret only at one glance.
"Well, you just went to receive military training. By the way, your grandfathe
