Zimo, it's ink. He's here.

Xia Yihan's eyes are a little red, trying to blink with tears, looking at the familiar figure will not forget the person appeared in front of his eyes, ink, can see you again, Xia Yihan can understand the pain of Acacia.

It was only one night that Xia Yihan ran madly to Yezi ink and held it tightly. Once she loosened her hands, she would be far away. Xia Yihan did not know why she suddenly had such an idea. She could not care for anything else, but just held it tightly.

"No... It's all right. It's all right. Ye Zimo is not used to...