He will never repeat the mistake that Wang Lili made.

He accepted the three million last time in a moment of desperation, only because of his ex-girlfriend's life.

Although Xiao Xin always referred to them as his ex-girlfriends, only he knew that this was just a pretext to avoid He Yunzhou.

In his entire life, he has never truly loved anyone, except He Yunzhou...

But the person he loved died...

Thinking of this, Xiao Xin felt a lump in her throat again, her eyes reddened, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

As soon as Fu Yan opened the bedroom door, he looked up and saw Xiao Xin sitting on the edge of the rooftop wiping away tears.

He hurriedly walked over, grabbed Xiao Xin's wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

"Brother, why are you crying..."

Xiao Xin threw herself against Fu Yan's chest, her mind still a little dazed.

He pushed Fu Yan away, stood up straight, and said dismissively, "It's nothing, I just got some sand in my eye."

Fu Yan was about to say something when Xiao Xin interrupted him in time: "Have you finished memorizing all the information?"

Fu Yan instantly forgot what he had just wanted to ask.

He lowered his eyes, looking at his toes, and murmured, "Almost, I've almost finished memorizing it..."

“Okay,” Xiao Xin said without saying a word, pulling him towards the bedroom.

Fu Yan grew anxious and grabbed Xiao Xin's hand, standing still: "What are you planning to do, brother?"

Xiao Xin turned to look at him: "How's your back?"

Looking at Xiao Xin's slightly flushed face, Fu Yan suddenly remembered what he had wanted to ask earlier.

He gently stroked Xiao Xin's knuckles with his fingertips, staring at Xiao Xin's reddened eyes: "Brother, were you crying just now because you were thinking of He Yunzhou?"

Xiao Xin's eyes widened slightly, then she hurriedly looked away: "This is none of your business, and don't mention that name in front of me again."

Fu Yan pursed his lips, frowned, and looked at Xiao Xin: "Yesterday, in my dream, my brother said he liked He Yunzhou..."