Xiao Ziyuan, who was in his weak years, showed a faint noble and reserved demeanor. If you ask him if he has any concerns, there is really something buried in his heart for many years, a concern that he has never mentioned to anyone. To be more precise, that thought may just be a name: Sui Yi. The sun was so bright that day that Xiao Ziyuan's head hurt dizzily, but he still recognized her at a glance. At that time, that smiling face was still the same. As fresh as in memory, he knew that he had never forgotten.