Feng Yihan's eyes were flustered, and he was really panicked in his heart.

She was scalded by boiling water, and she cried to him aggrievedly, but he didn't react at all.

still hugged Luo Yangyang and left, and he was reluctant to say a word to her.

Feng Sheng's cold eyes did not look at Feng Yihan's tearful face, and his eyes fell on her hand holding her.

"Let it go." The canonized voice has a cold feeling that penetrates the eardrums.

Feng Yihan grabbed her hand tightly, and suddenly stiffened.

She looked up at the canonization with reluctance and grievances.

Does he really dislike her that much?

was nakedly ignored and even disgusted by his sweetheart, Feng Yihan's heart ached beyond measure.

She didn't understand that since she was a child, she had tried to show her best in front of canonization.

But why has the canonization been so cold to her for so many years.

She's trying to make herself better, is she doing something wrong?

Feng Yihan's silent thirst in his eyes, but he refused to even give her a glance.

Perhaps because of the awe-inspiring majesty that has been built up over the years.

In the end, Feng Yihan slowly let go of his hand.

What on earth does she have to do to enter the heart of canonization?

Luo Yangyang stood silently and did not say a word.

Looking at Feng Yihan so closely, the other party looked at the obsessive eyes when he was canonized, and she saw it all in her eyes.

It turned out that it was not her illusion, Feng Yihan really liked to be canonized.

And, it seems that the feelings are quite deep.

As soon as Feng Yihan let go, he didn't want to stay for a moment, and led Luo Yangyang upstairs.

Luo Yangyang still wanted to withdraw his hand, but finally gave up.

Wearing black socks and not even shoes, she just let the canonization lead her upstairs.

With every step she took, Luo Yangyang could detect Feng Yihan's gaze behind her, fixed on her back like a needlepoint.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lobby, and the warm light illuminates the staircase with a serene beauty.

Feng Yihan stood at the top of the stairs, just looking up in a daze, and Feng Sheng led Luo Yangyang up step by step, further away from her step by step.

Looking at it, Feng Yihan also felt that the backs of one big and one small on the stairs were so harmonious and beautiful in the afterglow of the sunset, like a young couple returning home happily.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Feng Yihan was taken aback by himself.

In the next second, she murdered this thought with brutality.