"Am I handsome today?"

Fu Nansen straightened his collar and looked at Bao Xiaobao with a ruffian face.

Three years later, he is a new him.

What she is interested in is just this man now.

Just this one now.

Bao Xiaobao was awakened by his words and came back to his senses.

If they still have any unbearable past, it is better for him to forget, and she also forgets to forget it.

The reunion on Christmas Day should be regarded as her first encounter!

The story of her and Fournanson also began at that time.

Bao Xiaobao smiled and looked into his eyes, at this moment, he finally stopped dodging.

"The male god has always been handsome—"

"I'll be even more handsome in the future!"

Funnansen raised an eyebrow, the smile on his lips beginning to ferment, and then he walked up the steps and began to hold her hand.

"What do you mean to be more handsome in the future? Do you really want to have a future with me? ”

Bao Xiaobao was bullied by him, and the whole person was almost crooked!

But Fu Nansen withdrew his hand and hugged his waist.

The romantic Mary Sue moment is just like that.

Bao Xiaobao doesn't know why his fate is so coincidental.

But she doesn't want to think about anything else, for her, she is just simple, and she likes this man who is only gentle to her now.

She has never been so cherished by anyone, and Fournansen's love is a very rare thing.

If he could, I hope he wouldn't remember what had happened in the past for the rest of his life, so that she could live with a little peace of mind.

Although I will feel guilty for that kind of heartbeat, but more, I am still moved by Fu Nansen's warmth.

That kind of sweetness was only short-lived when she rescued him from the sea on the night she was sixteen years old.

Will my sister blame her?

It seems that once, Fu Nansen, really loved his sister.

But he forgot Xia Qingru, would he still think of the woman who had already been killed by him?

"What are you worried about?"

Fu Nansen looked at a trace of emotion flashing in her eyes, and now she couldn't escape his eyes with any fluctuations.

Bao Xiaobao held his shoulders and allowed himself to stand well.

When I looked at him, a trace of sourness flashed inexplicably in my heart.

He should, won't think about it again, right?

"If one day, you find that there was another person living in your heart."

"And that person, not me, what will happen to you?"

The cold wind blew her collar up.

Such a bustling sea of lights, in the low question of Bao Xiaobao, became suddenly lonely.

He has many things that he doesn't know.

And she, too.

The smile on the corner of Fu Nansen's mouth condensed for a second, and he gradually looked at her seriously.

Then let go of her hand.

The cold wind hit her face, and the red carpet all over the ground was like the beginning of a ceremony, but it was more like the end of a ceremony.

If this is the case, will he choose to let go if he remembers the day?

Will he let it go?

Bao Xiaobao subconsciously pulled him, but didn't grab his hand.

Fournansen walked to the clearing a few meters away from her.

There's snow tonight, he knows.

This feast is for her.

Although Fournansen didn't know what the reason for her gains and losses was.

But the tenderness in his eyes only deepened consistently.

He looked at her, and the meeting of his eyes was a glance of ten thousand years.

After being silent for a long time, silent to the point that when a trace of panic and disappointment flashed in Bao Xiaobao's eyes, Fu Nansen glanced at the corner of his mouth, faced her, and landed on one knee!

Snowflakes, in the long wait, gently fall.