Dai Ming helped Bai Jinyan and stood silently under the dim street lamp. It's late at night, and the hustle and bustle of a hundred days is gone.

A bend of the golden moon hangs high, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, sprinkling thousands of clear lights. The evening breeze blows the Buddha, the trees rustle, and it is quiet.

After waiting for a long time, Mo said that it was a vehicle coming and going, and there were not even a few pedestrians, and everything was silent.

Dai Ming sighed, picked up Bai Jinyan, and walked steadily along the street lamp.

The warm light intertwines the shadows of the two people.

Bai Jinyan is not heavy, and her strength is not small.

So, just right.

Bai Jinyan on his back muttered something inarticulately, and opened his eyes slightly, ignorant.

Was he dreaming? He dreamed that Ah Ming had carried him······ This dream is so sweet, he wants to fall into it forever and never wake up for the rest of his life.

"Ming." Bai Jinyan looked at Dai Mingjiao's good side face nostalgically, his eyes did not blink, and his eyes were bright. He barked softly, and his voice was as small as a cat.

He didn't dare to exert himself, for fear of waking up the dream.

Dai Ming's figure was stunned and slightly stiff. Breathing is lighter and slower.

He woke up, and he called her, Ah Ming.

How many years have passed, and he actually called her Ah Ming again. She thought that she would never hear it again for the rest of her life. Zhao Zhao is often confused, and he can only smell him in his dreams.

The years have passed, the years have passed mercilessly with the wrinkles of time, and in the snap of a few years, she is no longer the clear girl she was at the beginning, and he is not the beautiful young man who has been chasing after her······

What separates the two of them, too much, too much.

Interests, conspiracies, deception······

She's dirty, and she hates herself.

The corners of Dai Ming's eyes were slightly moist, there was something, unconfined, struggling, as if trying to break free from the cage.

Bai Jinyan tirelessly whispered in her ear, extremely stubborn, calling her name over and over again.

Dai Ming didn't know if he was awake or not.

She was expecting him to wake up, but she was terrified.

She's afraid, she's afraid.

When she was thirteen years old, it was the first time she had memorized a white statement.

She will never forget that lonely alley in the middle of the night, the arrogance and despair of the young man like a wolf.

He provoked a local ruffian, who was a ruthless character, and gathered a group of fox friends and dogs to camp near the school.

On a dark and windy murderous night in the moon, he was surrounded in an inaccessible alley, threatening to cost him a pair of legs.

He boasted that he had a bit of three-legged cat kung fu, but after all, two punches were invincible to four feet, and he was surrounded by more than a dozen people, and he was lying on the ground in humiliation.

A bloody hole was smashed on the top of his head with a wine bottle, and the blood was mixed with the shards of glass, and he didn't want money to flow down. The blood flowed onto the wet ground, forming a dark red stream.

The blood flow gradually clotted and glowed dark.

The color of despair.

The young man's pupils were blood-red, and he was ruthless in refusing to accept his fate.

Like a sharp sword, it pierced her heart!

I didn't want to think about it, she made a move, and she had a black belt of ten levels.

She has always been an indifferent person, but she is often soft-hearted to him.

Carry him home and buy him medicine······

Later, she suddenly realized. A lot of things have long been predestined. From that glance onwards, it is for life.

One eye, one life.