Ye Zimo frowned, took Xia Yihan's hand to the sofa, looked at Xia Yihan and asked, "Do you really want to be here?"

Xia Yihan nodded and learned the tyranny of Yezimo's saying, "I'm here."

Ye Zimo picks his eyebrows, rubs Xia Yihan's hair and sits at his desk alone. Xia Yihan gradually feels a little sleepy listening to the uncertain keyboard sounds.

In the dream, Ye Nianmo cried sweetly to his mother. The little girl stood in the shadow and laughed at herself. Xia Yihan watched the tenderness of the girl's thin chin.

As soon as the picture turns, Xia Yihan feels like falling from a high altitude and...