His back stiffened, and tears could not help but flow.

When I'm too afraid to turn back, everything is just a dream, a dream of wishful thinking.

Letting the tears fall, Yin Zixuan still took a step forward, but his arm was held tighter and refused to let go.

"You provoked me, why did you leave, you are cruel, you know?"

"Don't you hate me?" When he heard her finally crying, he couldn't pretend anymore and looked back at An Liran.

"I hate you very much, but I hate you even more when you leave like this!" An Liran's voice choked, and his big eyes were full of tears, and he looked up at him like that.

"I thought you didn't want to see me, so I left. Yin Zixuan's voice was low, like this silent night, whispering.

"But I miss you so much!" An Liran looked into Yin Zixuan's eyes, looking at the tears that had just slipped away.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" his voice trembled.

"I miss you so much!" she didn't avoid his gaze.

"Are you sure what you're thinking? Are you sober now? Do you know why you miss me?" his heart jumped uncontrollably, and he spoke incoherently.

"I think I'm in love with you!" An Liran's concise answer made Yin Zixuan's eyes shine in an instant, lighting up the night sky.

"This will be the most beautiful fairy tale I have ever heard, and do you know that if a fairy tale wakes up one day, it will be the cruelest thing in the world!" he put his hands on her shoulders, and he couldn't hold back the tears that flowed down his eyes.

"Then never wake up, we'll be in a fairy tale!" An Liran wiped his tears with her fair and soft hands.

That hand was held by him, his hand was so warm, the warm current went straight to his heart, her hand was soft as a bone, touching his softest heartstrings, and the two hands were held so tightly.

"Never wake up!" he looked at her, his eyes were affectionate, and he seemed to use a lifetime of affection to pull her over and lean against his arms, and his arms were embraced, as if he had the whole world.

An Liran's face rested on Yin Zixuan's neck, clinging to his softest skin, and both of them felt like they had wings.

Happiness can fly!

Liu Yan, who was in the distance, walked across the corner of the stairs and saw this scene, gently wiped away his tears, quietly retreated, and returned the world to the two of them.

An Liran raised his head to look at him, he was haggard and emaciated, the moonlight poured in through the window, sprinkled on his face, his face was like marble, like the perfect work of the artist, people couldn't take it back.

An Liran raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Yin Zixuan with clean and transparent eyes, this little face made him miss it too much, and he forgot what he missed, sometimes the more you miss, it tends to become blurry, and the blur makes people feel heartache.

He bowed his head gently, took the soft and pink lips in his mouth, sucked gently, tossed and turned, and he kissed so softly.

An Liran was driven by his tenderness, and was passive at first, and gradually began to respond, although the movements were a little jerky, but it did not affect the true feelings of the two people.

The so-called true love can be meaningful!

The moonlight casts a romantic veil over the two people, and there are only two young people who are in love with each other under the veil, enjoying the best feelings in the world.

The lingering kiss tells the thoughts of this time under the light veil, the rhythm of the heartbeat is the same, and the two people feel each other's care, love, and miss without words.

I don't know how long, the kiss is tired, the two of them hug each other, no one cares about the passage of time, just listen to each other's heartbeat, and quietly feel the tranquility given by nature.

"Did you miss me?" An Liran asked stupidly.

"Not a minute not to miss you, no! not a second not to miss you!" he hugged her tighter.

"Then why don't you come back to see me!"

"I'm afraid you hate me even more. Yin Zixuan wanted to tell her that he came back every day, and when he came back, he would stand outside her door for a long time before leaving, and his car would escort her behind on the way to school every day until he saw her walk into the campus.

But he didn't say it, it won't be like this in the future anyway, this separation is really good, let them understand each other's hearts, even if that period of time is painful, it has passed, and it has become an unforgettable heart.

The spring of love is coming!

"You played Liszt's Dream of Love?"

"Yes!"

"Let's play with four hands!" Although An Liran didn't want to be separated very much, although he really wanted to play with him with four hands, he knew by looking at the moonlight that the night was already deep.

"Go back to sleep!Good night!" After speaking, he raised his foot and kissed Yin Zixuan's face lightly.

"No!" he was reluctant to let go.

"Okay, it's too late, see you tomorrow!" An Liran was like coaxing a child, and his voice was good.

After speaking, she turned around and went back to the house, and when Yin Zixuan was still stunned, she had gently closed the door.

"Don't-" Yin Zixuan's outstretched hand was still in mid-air.

He reluctantly went back to the house, reluctant to wash his face, and did not turn on the light, as if anything would dilute the sweet feeling just now.

Lying on the bed and looking at the moonlight in front of the window, I couldn't fall asleep, and I didn't want to fall asleep, so I took out my mobile phone and wanted to send her a message, but I was afraid of disturbing her sleep, so I tossed and turned in bed like this.

He touched his own face, the place where she kissed, as if Ann's soft face was still against his skin, as if her hair was brushing his cheek.

He closed his eyes and savored her breath, feeling that she was beside him, and he opened his arms and gently hugged her soft body, and sleepiness gradually came.

An Liran woke up the next morning, as if she had a dream, she was not sure if it was true or not, she wanted to verify it immediately to see if Yin Zixuan was downstairs.

As she opened the door and stepped out, she stumbled into a warm embrace, the same scent of mint as the last night, and a slight look up met his warm eyes, which told him that he wanted to be the first to see her in the morning.

"Happy Birthday!" his magnetic voice was very nice.

"Thank you, do you remember?" An Liran was happy as if in a dream.

"I gave you a gift, I don't know if you like it?" he placed a delicate box in her hand.

This box An Liran had seen in his room, it was when he came back from a business trip, and he had also seen the emerald bracelet, green and transparent, flawless.