"Mo Xiaojiu, I will find you one day!"
Feng Zhihuan, is that you?
Ling Yechen lowered his eyes and looked at the umbrella in his hand again. He flew to the courtyard, took a deep breath, opened the umbrella, and with a gust of cool wind, a little memory came to his mind again. It was still fragmented moments, blurry figures, and hearty laughter. The cries that made him feel so distressed that he burst into tears flashed past, and he was so distressed.
Plop
His legs were trembling, and he finally knelt on the ground, and the oil umbrella rolled to the side. He hung his head, clutched his chest with his hands, and breathed desperately. His tears flowed down uncontrollably, and fell pattering in the dirt.
"Bang!"
"Feng Zhihuan!"
Ling Yechen punched the ground fiercely, frowned tightly, and said through gritted teeth, "Who are you? Who are you?"
"Feng Zhihuan, I will find you one day."
Ling Yechen slowly raised his eyes and looked at the night sky. He vaguely remembered that there was a person whose eyes were as bright as bright stardust.
That person must be her.
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