Xu Su, as always, raised his wicked lips, his eyes full of pride and fondness. "Girl, you love your brother so much and care about him so much, how can he die?"

Zhao Yanran looked at him in shock at first, then looked at Liu Zhiyuan.

Liu Zhiyuan lowered her head and tried to hide quickly.

Zhao Yanran finally reacted. She frowned and quickly reached out to hit Xu Su.

"Liar, Liu Zhiyuan, Xu Su, you two are big liars, you lied to me again!"

Xu Su pulled her arm, and then suddenly he held her in his arms.

Xu Su's eyes were deep, he hugged her tightly, breathing in the fragrance of her body, and murmured,

"Girl, my dear, I really miss you. I haven't slept well these past few days, and your shadow is all I can see. You really tortured me to death..."

Zhao Yanran struggled out of habit, but she thought of Liu Zhiyuan's words and tried to change her habit.

She took a deep breath and held him back in her stiff arms, trying to let herself feel the warmth of his body.

Xu Su received her response instantly, his eyes filled with colorful colors, and his long arms hugged her tighter.

A hoarse voice came,

"Girl, don't make trouble with me anymore, okay? Look how sad you are when I died. The world is so beautiful, why waste your time arguing with me? I will treat you well in the future and give you happiness, even better than these three years? Okay?"

"Zhao Yanran's originally calm heart was filled with ripples. His words rippled in her heart like honey. This was the first time she was willing to be in his arms, not struggling, not resisting, but feeling with her heart.

Strangely enough, she felt a taste of happiness and warmth.

It turns out that she can really be happy.

She raised her eyes, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across her cold and beautiful features. "I, can I trust you?"