"Hey, yes. Sure enough, Shen Yan, you understand me~" Xie Yimo smiled mischievously.
"Yi Mo, I hope you live a better life than me." Su Chenyan secretly made a wish.
"My name is Yan Han." He raised the corners of his mouth, and this smile was like a gift from God.
"Shu Huai." The voice was as warm as the spring breeze.
When the man stood up to speak, if they knew that many years later, they would be so grateful to God for giving them the most important man in their lives in such a short period of time, they might be a little more moved.