Ying Jing never believed that the three years she spent with Ye Leihan had been washed away by the heavy rain on the day they broke up into faded old photos - his award certificate, the teeth mark she bit on his arm, and the words "never again" that were shattered by thunder, should not be sealed in the trash can of memories.
"For so many years, only when I see him can my heart beat faster and I feel something in my heart."
"Reject me? It's interesting. I like people who don't like me. It's fun if it's difficult."
However, after breaking up overnight, Jean should be a little confused
Until Su Yihang's wedding party, she was wearing a borrowed dress and her eyes were shining at the handsome pilot, but she was pinned to the spot by a familiar figure.
Ye Leihan stood in the light and shadow, the cuffs of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, and the light blue blood vessels on his forearms overlapped with those in his memory. He handed over the champagne with a smile and brushed her wrist with his fingertips: "I heard that you fell in love three times?"
Ying Yi was furious: "None of your business!" She turned around and wanted to hide, but he blocked her in the garden behind the villa. The moonlight spread over his shoulders, and when he lowered his head, his breath brushed her ears: "I tuned back."
It turns out that some people, every time they take a step, a sound will sound.
She called him "haunting", but she was secretly watching him; he pretended not to care about her dating other men, but when she turned around, he quietly blocked the steps behind her.
"Ye Leihan, are you sick?"
"Yes," he chuckled, reaching out to scratch her face, "I have a disease that says 'I can't live without you'."
This confession, which was three years late, mixed with the jazz music of the party and the sparkling waves of the swimming pool, finally made her see clearly - those old times that she threw into the trash can had actually been picked up by him long ago and quietly carried away.
Purpose: Tell a sweet love story