Anya felt cold all over her body, she seemed to be about to lose her footing, and in this huge world, in her eyes, there was only Han Youran in the air. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In her eyes, there was no black qi around Han Youran who didn't know what it was, only the Han Youran she was familiar with.

She looked at herself, she was smiling, but the smile was so reluctant and helpless, revealing a strong taste.

This smile Anya is very familiar, she remembers that when she was a child, she could see the messy little courtyard of Han Youran's house when she looked out of the window of her room.

Han Youran often huddles her whole body, like a wounded animal, whether it is rain or snow, her clothes are very thin, and the scars on her body are exposed from under the thin clothes.

She would turn her eyes, look around, and then meet her gaze.

Anya remembers that every time Han Youran met her eyes, she smiled like this.

Tears rolled in his eyes, but he grinned and smiled at her.

Later, only Han Youran was left in the house, and Anya saw that she still often sat outside, but when it rained, she would hold an umbrella, and when it snowed, she put on cotton clothes, and there was no more scar on her body.

Her eyes no longer rolled, just staring at one place in a daze.

Anya would take the initiative to open the window every time and greet her, and Han Youran was smiling like this at that time.

The eyes are lonely, and the grin is silent.

"Leisurely ......" Anya opened her mouth and almost silently read out Han Youran's name, tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably, like pearls connected by threads, broken one by one.

She looked so helpless!

Han Youran looked at Anya's tears, and every drop fell on her heart.

When she was a child, every time she was kicked out of the house by that person, she covered her injuries and didn't want others to see them, she looked around vigilantly, and then saw the little girl like a doll in the yard next door staring at her.

She didn't want to look pathetic, so she endured the pain all over her body, and she smiled, again and again.

Later, she was the only one left in the house, but she often recalled the old days, she would often sit outside, but this time she was normal, there was an umbrella in the rain, and there were cotton clothes in the snow, and she was no longer afraid of being watched by others, so she no longer looked around vigilantly.

But Anya pushed open the window again and again, calling her with a bright smile and a cheerful voice.

So, she smiled, she didn't want the other party to worry.

They are not relatives more than relatives, they have the strongest friendship, but they also have the hatred of killing their father, all kinds of deception.

However, neither of them thought of hurting each other, nor did they allow others to hurt each other.

Han Youran faced Anya's tears, smiled more and more brightly, raised his hand, held the hair combed behind his head, and then cut off her long hair like a blade.

The long hair turned into shreds and fell.

Anya's pupils flickered, and after her throat moved, she raised one hand and wiped the tears on her face indiscriminately.

With one hand, he brushed aside all the long hair that was scattered behind his back, lifted the netherworld in his hand, and cut it off.

Han Youran's eyes reddened with a smile and let go of the hand holding the broken hair.

Anya held back her tears and likewise released the broken hair in her hand.

Their hair was scattered, and no one but her knew what they meant.