"Do you like Jasmine?" Xiang Tianqing took the initiative to speak.

Yin Shaolong was silent for a while, Jasmine?

Do you like it?

"I don't like it... But there is a period of time, every day, every second is hoping that it will come back to life. Yin Shaolong also turned his head, and his gaze fell on the jasmine.

In the past few years, this flower has not died.

Always a bare branch, his daily care seemed like a joke.

He didn't know how many times he thought it wouldn't come back to life, but he still took care of it as if he was obsessed, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was more important than his own life.

Simply, now it has bloomed flower bones, faint white flowers, exuding bursts of quiet fragrance.

"It's been wounded." Xiang Tianqing opened his mouth firmly.

"Well, I was... Destroy it over ......."

Xiang Tianqing was slightly stunned, watching him lose his mind, but his gaze was a little distant, and he didn't know what he remembered.

Yin Shaolong remembered that a few years ago, they had a quarrel in the hospital, and he destroyed her favorite flowers and plants in a fit of anger, but in the end, he couldn't help but regret it.

"People sometimes do things that they regret, right?"

Xiang Tianqing retracted his gaze: "Maybe, but if something has happened, we are destined to bear the consequences." ”

Yin Shaolong fell silent.

Consequence.

The most serious consequence he had suffered was probably the loss of her for so many years.

"So I've been trying to make amends, but not every time I can do it. Right? ”

Xiang Tianqing was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but whisper: "What are you remedy?" ”

Yin Shaolong's figure stiffened, turned his head to meet her gaze, tightened his fingers holding the wine glass a little, and finally smiled slightly, and said softly: "It's nothing." ”

Xiang Tianqing retracted his gaze, continued to look at the night sky outside the window, and said slowly: "Yin Shaolong, we used to ...... Do you know? ”

Yin Shaolong's face turned a little pale in an instant, his heart suddenly tightened, and there was a touch of uneasiness and panic in his eyes, as if a secret that had been hidden for many years was suddenly discovered.

It's just that Xiang Tianqing didn't notice his nervousness at this moment, and continued softly: "Do you know? I sometimes have a feeling that we've known each other for a long time, it's strange and familiar. However, in my memory, I don't remember that we have ever met...... You say, is this what you call fate? ”

A touch of bitterness slipped from the corners of Yin Shaolong's mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he didn't know how to speak.

Fate?

If one day she knew the truth, would she still think that everything was fate......

As if he didn't dare to imagine the arrival of that day, Yin Shaolong slowly lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his gaze, and he looked up and took a glance at the red wine in the wine glass.

Xiang Tianqing smiled lightly and took a sip.

"How did you get the injury on your wrist?"

Yin Shaolong, who had lowered his eyes, opened his eyes again, and his gaze fell on his wrist, where he was still wearing the red rope he had asked for from the goddess, and a marriage knot on it had faded slightly.

At first, he thought that after she died, he had gone to many places alone.

In front of an ancient temple in India, he met a goddess who was selling a lot of ropes tied with marriage knots, and the gimmick of buying one can measure marriage, which attracted many people.