Ye Zimo was silent, his fierce eyes had a slight pain. At the beginning, he and Xia Yihan missed a long time. A lot of things happened between them. They almost missed it. If they could ever do it again, he would give up everything for her.

"Read ink, she can't remember you anymore. You're just torturing yourself like that." Xia Yihan's voice choked again. "It must be something I did not do well enough to let you encounter these things now."

At that moment, the leaves looked cold and then looked at the stairway entrance, "Who!"

At the entrance of the stairs, Ding Yiyi stood on the last step....