"How are you these years?" Lin Xie looked at the face that was almost blurred in his memory and asked softly. At the same time, he also understood, "she went to Beidou school that year. No wonder there was no trace of her!"

"do you remember me?" There was obviously a little excitement in the voice.

"why don't you remember?" Lin Xie smiled and looked at the ice beauty of that year and said, "Wan Yang weaves, and the branches bear the dust and light."

"it's been a good time. How about you?" This man is wan Yang himself. Listening to him read that sentence in her mind as if...