As long as they are engaged, even if she can't forget those memories now, he can take care of them.

Give him two more years, and he believes that when they get married, she will definitely let go, and there will be no one else except her in his eyes.

"Xiaoling, you look into my eyes, and you tell me, the person you are afraid of, is it me?" Yan Shuhan reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at herself.

His heart tightened slightly against her tear-stained face.

Yi Xiaoling looked at his injured eyes and shook his head desperately.

"Then what you promised me before, does it still count?" Yan Shuhan stared into her eyes, pressing harder and harder, insisting that she give an answer.

If she retracts today, will she avoid him again tomorrow?

Do everything possible to push him away?

"Yi Xiaoling, you still have my engagement ring on your finger. Do you want to abandon me now?" Yan Shuhan's voice sank, his hands clasped her shoulders, and his eyes stared straight at her. .

Yi Xiaoling's throat choked and she couldn't speak for a moment.

Biting his lip, tears kept falling.

"Don't bite, your lips are bleeding. If you don't stop, I will assume you want me to kiss you." Yan Shuhan glanced at her pale cheek, and his voice became gentle.

Just like coaxing a child, coaxing her gently.

After Yi Xiaoling's mood stabilized, he let go, but did not let her leave, but stubbornly let her sleep in his arms.

"Go to sleep, I'll just hold you and do nothing."

"but……"

"No, but, if you leave now, grandpa and grandma will worry about whether something is wrong, do you have the heart to make them worry?" Yan Shuhan's lips opened slightly.

The calm words hit Yi Xiaoling's filial heart.

She nodded obediently, leaned in his arms, closed her eyes, and forced herself to sleep.

When I fell asleep, I suddenly opened my eyes and looked at Yan Shuhan, "Brother Han, if I can't face it in my life..."

Yi Xiaoling's eyes were red, and when she remembered the scene where Yang Muya and Xia Changyue thought she was pregnant, her heart seemed to be pinched, and she was out of breath.

If she couldn't be with Yan Shuhan all her life, they would never have children.

"No, don't think about it, go to sleep quickly." Yan Shuhan hugged her, rubbed her small head fondly, lowered his head and kissed her lips gently.

Just a kiss like a dragonfly, without any movement.

Yi Xiaoling fell asleep very quickly. On the eyelids, the tears were still not dry, and his pale face was weak, leaning against his arms, like an insecure child.

Sniffing his little nose, trying hard to rub his arms.

Yan Shuhan lay quietly, maintaining the same posture, unchanged for a long time.

Until she fell asleep, she held her small head and placed it gently on the pillow to cover her with the quilt.

"Hmm..." Yi Xiaoling turned over, and the quilt slipped from her shoulders, revealing her white shoulders. On her shoulders, there was the hickey he had left.

The delicate skin is in sharp contrast with the bright red hickey.

Yan Shuhan's eyes deepened.

Just a little bit short ago, they can go to the last step.

A year has passed, and the impact of that incident on her has not diminished at all. In addition to her inner fear, there should be the effect of those photos.

Wen Yujia's things are constantly stimulating her.