Yi Danyou really misses Fan Zhihui. She has been wandering around for so many years, hiding from places to hide herself, and never dared to come back to see her friends in this city. She has been away for so many years, and I am afraid that she will not have any consequences for them.
Less trouble?
If Fan Zhihui told them that she was going to study in Singapore because she was afraid that they would worry about her condition, her intention was kind, and she was thinking about others in everything, so she chose to leave alone.
And she selfishly left everything behind and stayed away from this place that made her suffer and broke her heart.
People are often very fragile and will keep the hurt in their hearts, but they don’t remember the warmth like her, they only remember the hurt left in this place. I don’t expect the mood of Shao Xuan, Qin Youhan, Lu Ge…
I don't know how Liang Luoqi is now
When Fan Zhihui passed away, his heart might have died completely?
Everything that happened in this city did not exist on the day when Fan Zhihui left the world...
"Sister, who are you? Why haven't you seen you before?"
Yi Danyou's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a tender child's voice, and her figure suddenly froze. This voice would not be...
Yi Danyou turned around slowly, with a little excited expression. When she and Leng Xinnian, who were standing at the door, looked at each other, they were stunned at the same time...
They are simply reduced and enlarged versions...
Leng Xinnian looked at herself in surprise, who looked like she was looking in the mirror. Suddenly, she smiled innocently and happily and said to Yi Danyou: "Sister, how could we look so similar? Hehe..."
Yi Danyou's body was stiff, his face was pale and excited. In the face, is this little man in front of him her child?
Yi Dan trembled and stretched out his right hand, and said to Leng Xinnian with a sob, "What's your name?"
The little man seemed to know Yi Danyou's thoughts, walked to her and put his little hand in her big palm. Leng Xinnian said happily: "My name is Leng Xinnian, sister, you can call me Nian'er
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"Nian'er..." I felt her little hand was in her hand, and Yi Danyou felt that all this was so unreal