He held Lu Yan in his arms, smelling the fragrance of her hair, and only then did he find evidence that he had ever existed.
Lu Yan didn't ask anything; she was so smart, she probably already guessed it.
If Zhuang Yan was reborn, it means he died young in his previous life, which would definitely not be a pleasant memory for him.
Repeatedly bringing up the memory is like tearing a healed wound open again.
Zhuang Yan suddenly hugged her. Lu Yan didn't say anything, but gently patted his back.
Zhuang Yan felt a sense of solace for his soul, like a balloon floating in the air, about to burst, when someone grabbed the rope and he finally landed safely.
A very good saying: In this world that is not very humane, you must cherish the person who is good to you. The world is so big, and it is your pride to have someone who is good to you. The human heart is so small, and it is your pride to have someone who can hold you in their heart.
Lu Yan remembered everything Zhuang Yan liked, and she remembered his dietary restrictions when they ate together. Similarly, Zhuang Yan remembered them too.
After dinner, the rain outside had stopped, and the two of them took a walk hand in hand.
Lu Yan looked at the dark sky: "Will it snow this year?"
"Do you like snowy days?" Zhuang Yan looked at her gentle profile under the streetlight.
"I like it." Lu Yan used to dislike snowy days because her mother died on a snowy day. Now she likes them because Zhuang Yan is by her side. It wasn't the snowy day that caused her mother's death, but those who wronged her. Now those people are either dead or injured. What could she not like?
Zhuang Yan held her hand, their fingers intertwined: "Then it will definitely snow this year."
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