Ning Zhiyuan and Li Jiaren hand in hand, all the way is silent, each has his own mind. Absent-minded, page didn't stop until he came to the Wutong tree beside the playground. He looked down at Li Jiaren, who was obviously unhappy and absent minded and kicking the gravel at his feet.

I'd rather go far than think about it. Wasn't it good just now? And shouldn't he be the one who should be unhappy?

he put his big gentle hand on the top of Li's hair, rubbed it, and asked softly, "what's the matter? Not happy? "

Li Jia Ren looks up at him, black and white eyes with...