An Luoluo touched her nose and refused to defend herself. She said to him coquettishly: "You are an idiot, hum." Then he thought again and said, "Forget it, I won't argue with you. Today's flowers are beautiful. Why are they there?"
This is a flower that few people carry.”
Qiu Yunfeng looked at her and said to her with a warm smile as always: "Little fool, you don't understand this. Each flower represents a different meaning. Each flower has its own language."
An Luoluo didn't care that he was called a fool, but said seriously: "What does the rose represent?"
Qiu Yunfeng seemed to use all his strength to say: "Missing love."
When An Luoluo looked at the flowers and heard such flower language, he couldn't deny it.
She didn't know how to answer. In her mind, love was a thing of the past. Although she learned from her mouth that she was his fiancée, she was not so happy in her heart.
An Luoluo repeated his words: "Missing of love?" Yes, love really misses, but who will be the protagonist of this longing? The person in front of me, looking at his warm smile, can't think of this future.
Why are the people we want to live together so strange? Could it be that amnesia caused this feeling? Yes, that should be the case.
An Luoluo suddenly pursed her lips and said to him with a smile: "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long."
Qiu Yunfeng was stunned for a moment, then recalled all the past events, his eyes became moist. Then he said seriously: "I will not let you get lost in the future, and I will definitely make your life happier, and our children."
An Luoluo stood on tiptoe and wiped away his tears with his hands, and then said with a smile: "Fool, how could I get lost? I'm not always here. If I get lost, you will still find me."
No?"
Qiu Yunfeng smiled slightly and said seriously: "Well, no matter where you go, I will definitely find you."
At this time, the sun shone on his hair, which turned a little purple. Coupled with the blurry aperture, An Luoluo's memory was immediately confused.
Suddenly, a picture appeared in her mind. There was a person in the picture, with purple broken hair and a stern face. Unfortunately, this person's face could not be seen. She thought hard, and her head hurt violently. She grabbed her hair hard and trembled.
The body is about to fall down.
Qiu Yunfeng quickly stretched out his hand to support her: "What's wrong, Luoluo."
"I...I...I'm fine!" An Luoluo waved his hand gently, trying his best to suppress the pain. What on earth is that picture? Who is that person? He doesn't feel as cold as standing next to her at the moment.
He is a warm person, but she wants to think of him very much. Who is he and what does he have to do with her?
Qiu Yunfeng helped An Luoluo to the bed, and then poured a glass of water for her.
An Luoluo looked at the man in front of her, her fiancé. But what was the scene just now? She drank some water and her headache got better. Then she said to him: "Please stand up and lean against the window, okay?"
Qiu Yunfeng didn't understand why she asked him to do this, but he still did what she said.
An Luoluo watched him sink into the sunlight, with a halo surrounding him. But he didn't feel the same way he did just now, and then said to himself: "Why don't you feel the same way just now?"
Qiu Yunfeng looked at An Luoluo in confusion and said, "What does it feel like?"
An Luoluo did not answer his question and continued to think. Then he said to him: "Go left again."
Qiu Yunfeng looked at An Luoluo in confusion again. Looking at her serious look, he didn't say anything and did as he was told.
