Ning Yan was the first to discover that Ban Shu was left behind by Meng Xi. He panicked and went up the mountain to search for her inch by inch.

Meng Xi framed Ban Shu, but Ning Yan stood by her, afraid that she would be wronged, and believed in her and supported her regardless of the consequences.

It was raining heavily and Panshu had a fever. Ning Yan risked his life to buy Panshu a chance of survival.

Even though he was dying and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body.

It is walking a long way every day to fetch the cleanest spring water for her, it is the heated strawberry milk every day, it is the night when he stubbornly stood outside the cabin, it is the beautiful little dress that Panshu wears every day, and it is Panshu who is always in his sight in the crowd.

He was afraid of embarrassing her in the wine cellar, so he kept silent even though he wanted to kill Yan Chuan violently.

“…”

Looking back, Song Zixing realized that he had lost so completely.

"Sister." Song Zixing was quiet for two seconds. He was rarely so serious. "I won't give up."

It doesn't matter.

She and Ning Yan are not together yet. Even if they are together, they can separate. Even if they are married, they can divorce. He is shameless and he will definitely blame her.

Panshu understood Song Zixing's meaning for no reason, and she curled her lips.

Song Zixing's strategy value just reached 100.

Very good.

It was still light when they returned to the camp. Ning Yan was standing at the intersection, leaning against a tree with his brows lowered, waiting for her.

Hearing the noise, his eyebrows moved and he looked up. The golden sunset outlined the tall and slender figure of the young man, which gradually became blurred. "I'm back. Let's go."

He walked up to the girl, lowered his head, and said:

"Go write your name."