He stretched out his hand to pick up the red wine glass, shook it twice, raised his head, took a sip, then opened his lips, "Come here."

His voice was deep, with a trace of depression.

After hearing this, Yi Xiaoling only recovered, instead of stepping forward, he took a step back.

"Why are you taking me here? Shall we change a place?" Yi Xiaoling turned around and wanted to leave, but Yan Shuhan put down her wine glass one step faster, got up from the sofa, and strode forward to her.

The agile movements, like a dormant cheetah, blocked Yi Xiaoling's path.

"Why don't you dare to come here? Is it because you are afraid of touching the scene, or because you are afraid of remembering that you have been here, what promised me?" Yan Shuhan woked her shoulders with both hands and forced Yi Xiaoling to look up at him.

The next second, holding her wrist, he pulled her to the viewing platform outside the room.

In the manor, there is a high ground.

A high platform is specially built for viewing flowers. Standing on it, you can catch the most beautiful scenery of the entire manor with flowers and sea views.

The high platform is windy.

Yan Shuhan's white shirt corner hunts beauty in the wind.

Short black hair, flying randomly in front of his forehead, outlines a touch of evil charm.

He squeezed the corner of his mouth, pulled Yi Xiaoling, and walked towards the front until he reached the edge of the high platform before squatting down.

Yi Xiaoling was dragged by him and could only squat down like him.

Looking at Yan Shuhan's hand, looking for something on the handrail of the high platform.

"It's been so many years, those marks should be gone..." Yi Xiaoling bit her lip and vomited softly.

When she finished speaking, Yan Shuhan turned his head, frowned, and glared at her.

Then still stubbornly looking.

"The manor has been renovated, and the handrail that I engraved at the time should have been replaced." Seeing that he was still looking for it, Yi Xiaoling couldn't help but speak again.

This time, Yan Shuhan directly pulled her up and looked at her coldly.

"Since you know, why should someone change it?!"

"..."

"Are the vows that I have said are so worthless in your eyes?" Yan Shuhan let go, took a step back, and looked at her with a sneer.

"I do not have……"

"You have." Yan Shuhan interrupted her explanation, looking into the distance.

There was a deep sense of loss all over the body.

"You forgot that you accepted my dowry when you were a kid, saying that you will only like me when you grow up."

"..."

"Our first date was here. You sneaked out of the house and watched the stars with me for a night here. You made a wish to the meteors, saying that not only in this life, in the next life, in the next life, you must follow I am together."

"..."

"You are afraid that the meteor will run too fast and you can't remember your wish. You still used a knife to engrave your wish on the handrail." Yan Shuhan's thin lips opened slightly, and he paused.

She was like a little fairy at that time.

Say that wind is rain.

After engraving happily, he threw himself into his arms and put his arms around his neck.

"Brother Han, God knows you are mine now, if someone dares to **** me from now on, I will bring her here and let her take a good look at who you belong to!"

Yi Xiaoling looked at the familiar scene in front of him, the scenes of the past, and came into his mind.

She raised her head and looked at Yan Shuhan bathed in golden sunlight.

He is obviously so noble, but he looks so lonely, as if abandoned by the whole world...