After the six people left the hall, they looked at the dejected Xing Yan.
Cheng Wei raised her hand and touched Xing Yan's head. "The book says that when you grow up, you should go out and explore the world on your own. Only in this way can you become stronger. Xing Yan, let's become stronger together, okay?"
Hearing this, Xing Yan looked up to meet their concerned gazes and said "hmm" reluctantly.
He didn't want to be separated from them.
But he couldn't change the reality that was about to happen.
Feng Xingxiu said, "If we complete the mission sooner, we can come back sooner, and then we can meet."
"We're leaving tomorrow." Yu Chu smiled.
At this time, Feng Xingyao's gaze fell on Chen Yan, as if he was thinking about something.
Chen Yan seemed to sense something, raised her eyes slightly, and met his gaze.
Feng Xingyao was suddenly stunned, his ears slightly red, but his face still showed a bit of nonchalantness, "Ayan, can you bear to let me... us?"
Chen Yan was silent for a moment and shook his head.
Xing Yan, who was standing by, heard this and immediately whimpered, "I can't bear to do it either."
Feng Xingyao smiled and said, "Even if you're reluctant, you have to let it go. Don't worry, we'll be together again soon."
Xing Yan's brows relaxed slightly.
"Really?"
"real."
…
The night before leaving the temple, the silver-haired boy secretly met with Chen Yan.
The meeting place was where they used to swing when they were children.
When Chen Yan arrived, she saw the silver-haired young man in white clothes sitting on the swing. His face was indeed breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that it was impossible to tell whether he was male or female.
He saw Chen Yan, smiled at her, then reached out and patted the empty seat next to him.
Chen Yan walked over and sat down.
Two people sat on the swing.
"Why do you want to ask me out alone?" Chen Yan asked in confusion. In fact, she had a vague guess in her heart that he had always been very good to her since she was a child.
Or rather, ...preference.
She had read in a book that this kind of emotion belonged to...
Feng Xingyao tilted his head to look at her snow-white face. She was extremely beautiful and he had liked looking at her since he was a child.
As he grew older, he began to feel a vague throbbing of emotion.
Feng Xingyao didn't answer her, but quietly reached out and covered the back of Chen Yan's hand.
The moment their skin touched, Chen Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly.
She tried to pull her hand back, but his hand grabbed it.
His palms were very hot, and he held her hand with a certain force.
"Ayan, do you hate me?"
Hate? Chen Yan was slightly stunned.
"No."
Feng Xingyao seemed to be encouraged. He looked at her with bright eyes, his young heart stirring in his heart clearly visible. "Then do you like me?"
Chen Yan frowned slightly, feeling that this answer was a little difficult to answer.
What kind of like?
She can't tell the difference.
She was silent for a very long time, so long that the silver-haired boy's eyes dimmed little by little.
The silver-haired boy lowered his eyes and loosened his grip on her hand little by little.
Chen Yan felt his emotions.
She looked at the silver-haired boy.
The silver-haired boy stood up suddenly, then showed his carefree smile again, and said in a gentle tone: "Do you want to swing? I'll push you."
Chen Yan stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.
The silver-haired boy felt his eyes a little sore. He rubbed them with his hand, then walked behind her, stretched out his hand, and gently pushed her back as he did before.
The evening breeze was a little cool, brushing against her cheek, bringing a sense of comfort.
The boy behind him said.
"A taciturn person like you must be holding back on things. Don't hold it back, come to me if you have any problems. Although I'm not as strong as you, I'm still your brother after all."
Chen Yan responded lightly, "Yeah."
As he was pushing, the boy behind him ran away.
Chen Yan felt a little strange and was about to turn around to see what was going on when she saw the silver-haired boy had returned. He was holding a very bright red flower in his hand, with a focused look on his face, and he gently inserted it into her hair.
Chen Yan raised her eyes and looked at him.
The boy laughed.
"You are more beautiful than flowers."
Chen Yan suddenly said, "What if I don't look good?"
Feng Xingyao was stunned for a moment, then said to her in a serious tone, "Even if you become ugly, I still think you are the most beautiful."
Chen Yan pursed her lips slightly, then she caught a glimpse of an equally gorgeous blue flower from the corner of her eye. She pulled his sleeve and pointed to the flower not far away and said, "Go pick that flower."
"OK."
Feng Xingyao smiled and did as he was told.
He placed the blue flower in her palm.
"Squat down." Chen Yan said to him.
Feng Xingyao looked at the flowers and immediately guessed what she wanted to do. He squatted down with a smile on his face, then leaned slightly closer to her.
When Chen Yan pinned the blue flower on his ear, her fingertips inevitably touched his earlobe, and the boy's earlobe trembled almost imperceptibly.
Immediately, a hint of pink appeared.
The silver-haired boy raised his handsome face, and with the gorgeous blue flower, he looked like an enchanting elf.
Very beautiful.
"Does it look good?" Feng Xingyao looked at her with a smile on his face.
Chen Yan was dazzled by his appearance.
After two seconds of silence, she replied: "I like it."
It's not about looking good, but about liking it.
Feng Xingyao knew Chen Yan very well, so when he heard her, he knew that she was answering his previous question - Do you like me?
His eyes lit up and he couldn't suppress the smile at the corners of his lips.
Perhaps his gaze was too scorching, forcing Chen Yan to turn her head away and avoid his sight.
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