"I don't know." Ye Tianyang looks up at the cloudless sky, his mood is bleak.

"here is the star I made. It's for you." Yang Ruoxi gave Ye Tian a bottle full of stars folded in red paper. "If you have any unhappiness in the future, just talk to the bottle mouth, and the stars will help you realize it when they hear you."

Ye Tian takes the bottle and smiles, bright and sad.

"this is the star I made for you." Yang Ruoxi did not have the nature of pepper at this time. He was gentle like water. "All the stars in the sky are in it."

Ye Tian...