"When you said you would always be with me about what I wanted to do, so are you going to give up now?" Xia Yihan's face was flushed, so he looked at the leaf ink, and his big eyes were full of eager confirmation.

Ye Zimo's eyes fell from Xia Yihan's shoulder to a chick outside the window. The chick always wanted to fly out of the nest, flickering a few times and could not fly.

"Xia Yihan, leave Washington, now." The leaves said faintly.

"Answer my question, are you going to give up?" Xia Yihan looked at Yezimo with difficulty and found that the other side's vision had never...