Nan Xian Yue smiled like a flower, "Do you have a wish?"
Wen Hen smiled, "Yes."
Nan Xianyue lay on his shoulder, "What is it?"
A fallen plum blossom floats on the water, making ripples. The face reflected on the water was blurry, and in an instant, the girl was about to disappear.
In panic, I only grabbed the plum blossom.
Opening his eyes, they were blurred unconsciously, and he seemed to whisper her name, "Xian'er..."
"What's wrong?" A familiar voice fell into his ears without warning.
Suddenly, he smiled.
You forgot, let me help you remember...
If you leave, I will chase you back...
As long as I can keep you by my side, I can give up everything, as long as this is not a dream...
The slightly cool fingertips touched the warm cheek, Wen Hen's eyes smiled, "My wish is very simple, as long as you are where I can see you."