"So, you don't have to say no. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Feng Xiaohan chuckled and said.

Mo Fuyi was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and was a little embarrassed.

She doesn't really want other people's things when she comes into contact with others.

She doesn't care about that, huh......

As if seeing through Mo Fuyi's thoughts, Feng Xiaohan continued: "Of course, I will give you a souvenir, you also have to give me something as a souvenir, right?"

A smile hung on the corner of Feng Xiaohan's mouth like that.

Feng Xiaohan can't explain Mo Fuyi's thoughts, but he can also use another way to alleviate some of the little embarrassments in the heart of the woman in front of him.

"Okay!" Sure enough, the woman's eyes lit up, and she began to grope around her body, wanting to take out an item she had taken out and give it to Feng Xiaohan as a gift.

But soon, Mo Fuyi's gaze dimmed again.

She doesn't have anything of value, and the things she takes can be given to Feng Xiaohan.

Her little face was a little flushed, and she was a little embarrassed to speak.

"What's wrong?" Feng Xiaohan sensed that Mo Fuyi's mood was wrong, frowned, and asked softly. There is a lot of tenderness and thoughtfulness in the voice.

"I ...... I don't have anything good to give you, only this ......" Mo Fuyi stretched out a pair of small hands that were a little rough, and on them, there was a rather delicate pink bow. It's small and cute.

"Did you do it yourself?" Feng Xiaohan was a little surprised. He has been in the world for many years, and the hairpin is not strange, but it is the first time he has seen such a headdress.

However, it is also pretty tight.

"Hmm......" Mo Fuyi hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. She continued: "This is what my mother made for me when I was very young. I've always ...... Always keep it by my side. Such...... In this way, I will feel that my mother and father are not gone, they have always been there, they have always been by my side, but I can't see them anymore......"

The tone is soft, but full of bitterness.

A small bow carries the eternal happy memory of this young girl.

A small bow carries all the hopes of this young girl's life.

It was her only beloved item, never leaving her, growing up with her day by day, and blooming day by day.

Feng Xiaohan took the little bow, and he couldn't tell what it felt like in his heart.

Mixed feelings, is that how it feels......

"I'll ...... Keep it for you, thank you. Feng Xiaohan said softly, but the smile on his face had faded.

No one could tell how he was feeling at the moment.

Some people are like this, on the surface, they are light and light, but in fact, inside, they are already surging.

But at the same time, Feng Xiaohan also felt that the surveillance gaze behind him seemed to be impatient and had been completely withdrawn.

It was getting late, and on the alley, there was only a man and a woman, two people, exchanging each other's most cherished and cherished items.

It's like exchanging the deepest secrets of your heart.

"Okay...... woman's voice was already slightly choked. There is also an indescribable emotion rippling in her heart.

"That ......" Mo Fuyi took the initiative to speak for the first time, her hand grabbed the sleeve made of wind flute and cold moon brocade, but there was no sense of disobedience.

"Huh......" Feng Xiaohan's gaze was still soft, without a hint of probing.

"You...... Will they come back?"