"Ivan, do you know why I put the drift bottle in?" Han Yi asked, looking at Ivan beside him. Ivan looked at him, smiling fondly but a little pitifully, "Do you miss your parents and grandma? Do you want to go back to China?" Although Ivan understood him, he still asked carefully, for fear of hurting the thin lover in front of him, and his crystal-clear and fragile heart.
Han Yi ignored him and continued: "That day, my parents left. I was still young and didn't understand anything. I ran to ask my grandma. She said that my parents have gone to God, and good people will become angels and go to God to accompany Him. I asked my grandma again, and she said, When I was young, my mother once told me that the water in the sea can flow, and you can carry things in a drift bottle to the other side of the sea. Is it true? Grandma smiled and said, you can try it. The person who catches the bottle must be your parents. The angel who came from the emperor to protect you! I really did it, and in the end, there was such an angel, who has been guarding me. Although he came very late... Although we took many detours... We are still together~" Han Yi smiled, his pale face illuminated by the sun. It was as if he were transparent, and his delicate facial features were definitely not like those of Japanese SD dolls, but more like the people in the ink paintings that Ivan saw in China. Looking at his frail body, Ivan thought, "Isn't the love I gave you enough? Vivian..."
Such days are quiet and without waves, but they don't know that such peaceful days are gone forever, so that they can only become Ivan's memories in the future, which he will never forget.