Yi Xiaoling was taken aback, just about to ask something, Yan Shuhan had already pushed the car door and pulled her out of the car.

Tibu walked towards the Yan Family Manor.

"Uncles and aunts..."

"Not here, my dad took my mom to the Yang family's old house to visit grandpa and grandma. Grandpa is not feeling well, they will not come back temporarily." Yan Shuhan explained lightly.

Holding Yi Xiaoling incessantly, he entered his room.

As soon as he walked into his room, Yi Xiaoling's body froze, looking at the roses and pink balloons all over the room with a little surprise...

Under each balloon, there is also a card tied.

Yi Xiaoling looked at the scene in front of him blankly like a demon.

What emerged in her mind was the scene of them helping Meng Liangfeng to restore Wen Yujia. Although Wen Yujia did not go to the movie theater, she was looking at Meng Liangfeng holding the rose and waiting for her beloved one. , She was really touched.

At that time, she was thinking in her heart that after she ran after Yan Shuhan for so many years, he seemed to have never sent her flowers.

But now...

She thought he didn't understand, it turned out that he had already seen her thoughts.

Yi Xiaoling stepped forward, walked towards the cards hanging on the balloons, reached out and took off a card.

[Since you have not been born, I know that you are my angel]

She shook her hand and recognized the handwriting on the card. It was Yan Shuhan's. In her eyes, there was a moving light. She continued to move forward, looking at the cards on the balloon one by one.

[I remember you said, you will always be with me]

[How far is forever, I don’t know, but with you, I am full of expectations for the future]

[In the future, I will be your backer, I will not let anyone bully you]

【……】

The balloons all over the ceiling of the room and hundreds of cards were all handwritten by him.

Yi Xiaoling kept walking forward and kept watching. The wind blew in from the window sill, and the swaying card made a slurping sound, like a beautiful wind chime.

Yi Xiaoling watched for half an hour before reading all the cards hanging on the balloon.

Holding the last balloon in her hand, she walked in front of Yan Shuhan.

Under the pink balloon, on the hanging card, is the card with the least number of words, only six words.

[Little daughter-in-law, I love you]

After Yi Xiaoling's forbearing tears met his petting gaze, she instantly collapsed.

Let go of the balloon and plunge into his arms.

"Brother Han, I love you too, I love you very much..." In her eighteen years, whether it was her ignorant first love or she wanted to be attached to her life, he was the only one.

"I know." Yan Shuhan put his arms around her, stroked the corners of her eyes with long fingers, wiped her tears away, and immediately smiled at the corners of her mouth, "You just started crying like this, what should you do later?"

"..."

"You don't want a gift. The gift is in the room. Find it yourself." After Yan Shuhan said, he let go and pushed her to the front.

gift? Are these cards not?

Yi Xiaoling was dumbfounded for a few seconds before he walked forward obediently, then took another look at the balloon in the room, and finally walked forward, picked up the largest bouquet of roses, and walked back to Yan Shuhan.

"I like the present very much, thank you."

Apart from balloons, there are flowers in the room. The gift he said should be these roses.