Ruan Youan never knew.

She only remembered that their relationship was not good at all during those nine years. They rarely met and always quarreled.

She never thought that the person behind the sarcastic words was because he liked her.

Mu Juanchen smiled and lowered his eyes to coax her: "It's not difficult."

"Liar." How could it not be difficult? The girl raised her head, her eyes as clear as a mirror, clearly reflecting his eyebrows, and her eyelashes were stained with melted snowflakes, I don't know whether it was mist or tears.

Her eyes were red and the tip of her nose was red, like a pitiful rabbit, softly saying to him: "You will no longer be alone."

The night is dark and the cold current is raging.

She said seriously: "I like you too."

Wait until finally.

This day.

Behind Mu Juanchen was a vast cold night, and the abandoned overpass was desolate and deserted. He held the sun in his arms, which warmed him throughout the winter.

Today's winter is not cold at all. You don't have to keep your fingers trembling in your pockets because of the cold. You can openly hold hands with people on the street, walk through every corner of the city with your fingers intertwined, and say frankly that you like them.

"Thank you, madam." Mu Juanchen's emotions almost overflowed when he lowered his eyes, with faint red bloodshot eyes, and the sky was bright and the sun was shining brightly.
Chapter completed!