Six years ago.
"Xiao Yi, how long will we be together?" She looked into his eyes, and her own shadow was clearly reflected in them.
"What do you think?"
"I don't know."
"Will it be good for a lifetime?" He pinched her nose and looked at the girl nestled in his arms tenderly.
"••••••Okay."
The breeze gently caressed her long hair, and the sun stretched the shadow of them leaning together very long••••••
Six years later.
"Xiao Yi." Qianye couldn't help but call his name. The girl turned around in surprise, but Xiao Yi did not stop. The girl tugged on Xiao Yi's sleeve, "Yi, she's calling you. Do you know her?"
Xiao Yi stopped, turned around, and glanced at Qianye coldly. Qianye could clearly feel that there was no emotion in those cold eyes. He moved his thin lips. Although the sound was not loud, it could be clearly transmitted to Qianye's ears. He said: "I don't know him."