Xie Yan didn't say anything for a long time, and Lin Er took his silence as his default.

Thinking he didn't want to say it, Lin Ergan touched his hair: "It's okay if you don't want to say anything. I just asked casually, and it's not that you have to ask you to answer."

The word "subtle" fell gently, she tilted her head to look at him, carefully completing the second half of the sentence: "Don't be unhappy."

I don’t know if it was her illusion, but Lin Er always felt that Xie Yan always had a very strange trait - gentleness in his eyes and alienation in his bones.

Most people may have the impression of him on "a pretty boy". When they come into contact with him closely, they will feel that his personality is actually a bit lazy, or it can be said that he is careless indifference.

But because of his natural affectionate peach blossom eyes, this gave him a kind of innate affinity. In addition, Xie Yan's speech was not as direct and merciless as he was despicable, which easily left him with a gentle impression on others.

Lin Er felt that his tenderness was breath of dusk.

A kind of sadness approaching the setting sun.

It is easy to remind people of a child standing alone on the roadside with an umbrella on the rainy day. The crowds around him were surging, the lights and shadows were heavy, the vague sound of the sea waves and the sound of the car whistle were mixed together, and the noise shook his eardrums.

But these hustle and bustle filled with fireworks had nothing to do with him. He just watched the traffic on the street quietly.

He is cold and distant, and is clearly distinguished from the outside world.

Standing among the most lively crowds, he always looks like a lonely and lonely child, as if he is far away from this world, as if he will disappear in the next second.

Liner had to care.

Sighing in his heart, Lin Er reached out and grabbed Xie Yan's sleeve, pulled it gently, and looked at him and said again: "Xie Tiantian, don't be unhappy."

Her words fell very lightly, but they could not hide their seriousness.

Xie Yan's expression moved slightly, his eyes were lowered, and his black eyelids were pressed down very low, and his eyes faintly emerged from the gap between the long eyelashes. Lin Er couldn't see the emotions hidden in his eyes, but he was inexplicably uneasy.

"Xie Tiantian..." She pinched the fingers on the edge of his clothes and tightened slightly.

Before she could finish speaking, Xie Yan suddenly spoke, "No."

His eyebrows and eyes softened, and his hands on her head moved gently, and his tone of speaking was as usual.

Liner blinked: "Hmm?"

"No unhappy." Xie Yan looked at her and said again.

Liner stared at him: "Really?"

"Yeah, really." Xie Yan smiled, his eyes slightly curled, and his tone softened.

Lin Er was still a little worried and looked at him hesitantly: "Then why do I feel that you are weird today?"

Xie Yan thought about it and said slowly: "Maybe it's because it's snowing, so he's a little heavy."

Liner: "?"

Ah this...?

Is there any necessary connection between the two?

Lin Er became more confused when he heard this and asked in a daze: "Why do you feel heavy when it snows?"

Xie Yan's eyes quietly raised and he sighed: "Is it because I am leaving with the snow melancholy, whether it is the pursuit of the earth or the unstoppable sky."

Liner: “…”

This sudden non-mainstream person.
Chapter completed!