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Fu Yuan stared at him intently, and was a little dazed for a moment.

When did it start?

It was during that month in Fuxi Temple. During the sleepless nights of tossing and turning, he held her in his arms and whispered in her ear: Can we not go back?

He said, we can go anywhere you want in the world, to see the sea, the snow, the blue sky and white clouds and the endless grassland.

Anywhere would be fine, as long as they went to a place where no one knew them and no one could find them. In this big world, there were only the two of them.

Or maybe he had once promised her very solemnly: Fu Yuan, my heart is too small, it can't hold anything else if it holds you.

He was still serious but with a bit of paranoia that he had never revealed before. He said: Liking you can no longer satisfy my greed, now I want you to love me.

He said: If you die, I will go to accompany you.

If Fu Yuan felt that he and Yan Jiuting were similar in some ways before, she no longer thinks so at all.

Yan Yan...is actually becoming more and more like the god above the nine heavens in the dream.

It was rare for the girl to look at him with such an infatuated look. Yan Yan couldn't help but smile: "What are you looking at?"

Fu Yuan opened her lips, but before she could say anything, the rain started falling.

The man quickly pulled her into his arms, opened the umbrella, and walked with her to the eaves not far away and stood there.

It was such a sudden rainstorm that Fu Yuan was stunned for a moment, looking up at the man's smooth jaw.

He really had foresight, otherwise they would both be soaked by now.

Although he dodged quickly, the rain was so heavy that a large area of ​​Yan Yan's trouser legs were still wet.

Fu Yuan was glad that she was wearing shorts today, but she still made fun of him: "I told you to take me for a walk, now I can't go back."

Yan Yan touched the back of her head with amusement: "The rain will eventually stop."

He lowered his eyes to look at her, a faint smile appeared in his eyes: "Think about it from another angle. We are trapped in one place by the heavy rain, and have to hide under this small roof with our bodies pressed together. We can only see each other. Isn't it romantic?"

Fu Yuan stared at him with wide eyes for a long while, surprised that he was so good at it, and didn't look like someone who was in love for the first time at all.

However, the picture he described did make the rain seem less bad.

“I used to hate rain.”

A man's unique voice with a somewhat cold texture came from above my head. It was low and had an indescribable gentleness and enchantment.

Fu Yuan listened to him quietly.

"But later, every time it rains, I will think of the first time I saw you on Crescent Moon Mountain," he paused and tightened his hand around her waist, "I began to look forward to every rainy day."

Fu Yuan seemed to understand what he had not finished saying.

But at that time she didn't know that she would hold such an important position in his heart.

After all, the twenty-year-old Yan Yan gave people the impression of being cold and unattainable.

But now that she knew that the boy who was so aloof and unapproachable at the beginning, was secretly looking forward to meeting her under his cold appearance, and he tried hard to suppress his restless heart but did not reveal the slightest flaw on his face, Fu Yuan found him cute and funny.

Sure enough, no matter how stable a man is, he will always have a proud and childish side during his youth.

The rain started suddenly and stopped just as suddenly, stopping for about ten minutes.

Yan Yan put away his umbrella and walked back slowly holding Fu Yuan's hand.

The cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated. He was holding an umbrella in one hand and holding Fu Yuan in the other, and he couldn't free his hands for a while.

But after a pause, Fu Yuan understood what he meant and reached out to help him take it out.

It turned out to be Ye Lianxi, who had not been heard from for a long time.

The last contact was several months ago.

Fu Yuan turned her head to look at Yan Yan, and following his gaze, she slid down to the answer button.

"Doctor Yan."

The boy's gloomy and decadent voice could be heard through the phone, and it was clear that he was in a bad mood.

His voice trembled uncontrollably: "If I die tomorrow, you go behind the big rock in Jinling Lake and dig out what I buried underneath."

Jinling Lake is a scenic lake at the foot of a mountain in Changling. Ye Lianxi once took Yan Yan there to play.

"What happened?" Yan Yan took the phone and calmly said to him, "Where are you? Tell me your location."

"I'm in Changling." He seemed to be smiling bitterly, "I'm fine, but I suddenly felt that this place is really dirty, and I, who have the blood of the Ye family, am also dirty."

The boy on the other end of the phone was lying on the messy floor with his phone beside him, his eyes empty and confused.

Over the years, he never gave up looking for the cause of his sister and her mother's death.

It is one thing to have guesses in your mind, and another thing entirely to know the truth.

He actually lived with a group of hideous and beastly murderers for eighteen years.

He was thinking about his poor sister, such a gentle and beautiful person, who lived in dire straits every day in the Ye family.

She had never told him that, in fact, she didn't like this "home" that had caused her family to be broken up. During those six years, she probably didn't have a single happy day.

But she said that when she made money, she would take him to the amusement park she had always wanted to go to and buy him a lot of snacks he had never eaten before.

She said that she wanted to be a teacher in the future, but she prayed to God that she would not meet many children like him who had to write their names stroke by stroke, as it would be a headache for her.

she says……

She said a lot of things she would do in the future, but she could no longer fulfill these promises.

Dr. Yan said that when he couldn’t live anymore, he should think of his sister. If his sister were still alive, she would definitely hope that he could be safe and live a good life.

But these few days, every time he thought of his sister, he felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by a big hand, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe.

He misses his sister so much.

"Doctor Yan," he said in a much softer voice, as if talking to himself, "Will my sister be waiting for me downstairs?"

"If I die, will I be able to see her? She clearly promised to celebrate my birthday."

This guy is having a hard time getting over it.

Yan Yan's steady and powerful voice slowly fell into his ears through the microphone of the mobile phone. This sentence froze the boy who was considering whether to cut his wrists or take poison.

"You won't see her." Yan Yan said, "Because she is not dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, not only Ye Lianxi over there, but also Fu Yuan on the side looked at him with surprise.

This man always seems to be so calm in the face of danger, and can quickly make the best decision no matter what happens.

"Listen carefully. Close your eyes now and don't think about anything. Have a good sleep. Someone will pick you up in the capital tomorrow morning."

The young man seemed to be about to say something, but then he heard Yan Yan continue, "Don't worry about anything. You are my patient. Now that your condition is serious, I have the right to bring you here for treatment. If anyone tries to stop me, I will contact the police directly."