Once the person he could see back home, it was now difficult to see her for only once.
Every time he thought about this, he would feel sad and painful.
"Yanyan, eat something first." Mo Yixuan put a chicken leg in He Xiyan's bowl. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say that. Every time he opened his mouth, she would refuse more coldly.
Now he dared not say any more.
He Xiyan did not pick up the chopsticks, a layer of icy snow seemingly to fall into her eyes, which shined with a glimmer of light. After all, they had been together for more than four years. In fact, she could see whatever he was thinking. There was no possibility any more.
"Mo Yixuan, you let go of me." After a while, He Xiyan said in a very low voice, indeed trying to persuade the man in front of her. His persistence on her would only irritate her more.
