The wind blew on his face, soft and cool, and when he reached out and touched it, he realized that it was a tear.

"You get out!" Yan Zijiao didn't look back and spoke calmly.

Jon looked at the two of them and muttered in his heart, but he didn't talk nonsense and walked out quickly. Standing in front of two people who are too angry, it is already very face-saving that he did not collapse.

"Can you say that now?" Yan Zijiao looked at him calmly, "There are some things I think I have the right to know. ”

"You won't want to know, it's your last wish, and it's the only thing I can do for you." Ya's voice is beautiful, as good as a cello and intoxicating.

Yan Zijiao lowered his head and looked at him silently, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, but the smile was slightly bitter.

"Since it's his wish, then forget it!" Yan Zijiao suppressed the sadness in his heart and spoke silently.

Ya stared deeply at him when she turned around again, waved at him, and said, "Go back!" ”

"If you don't have an answer, how do you go?" The stubbornness that came from nowhere made him open his mouth so stubbornly, and his sharp eyes were covered with a layer of mist, gradually dimming and blurring.

Such a scene seemed familiar, as if it had happened somewhere, but he couldn't remember it at all.

"Are you sure you want to know? Don't regret it? Ya stared into his eyes, and said every word so attentively, and he hesitated for a moment, and in that moment, Ya laughed softly.

If the laugh wasn't so bitter, he might have let it pass.

It's just, regret it?

Yan Zijiao himself didn't know, he only knew that if he didn't ask clearly, he would really regret it.

"That's my own business, don't worry about it." With hurtful words on the corner of his mouth, he swallowed it back, looking at him quietly, and his tone was a little rushed.

The rich purple color formed a deep vortex, as if it could suck his soul in. Yan Zijiao took a deep breath and looked at him calmly.

"Yan, there are some things you must not want to know, this is the promise I once made to you." Ya suppressed the excitement in his heart, said in an indifferent tone, and turned to leave.

Suddenly, his wrist tightened, he lowered his head, looked at the hand holding his wrist, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and finally was covered by a cloud of joy. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the handsome man who was as handsome as a demon lowered his head and another handsome man with a cold body stubbornly looked at his side face.

"I wonder, I won't regret it, are you satisfied? Can you say that? ”

For a long time, for a long time, Yan Zijiao gritted his teeth and spoke.

Ya chuckled, withdrew his hand lightly, and said seemingly without nostalgia: "Yan, it's good to see you here." She's fine, she'll wake up soon, and you should be happy to see her. ”

For some reason, Yan Zijiao felt that his heart was empty, and he reached out to grab his hand again, but he was empty.

"You really don't want me to know? Do you want to keep this secret with you? Don't regret it? He looked at the thin back and forced him with words.

He was answered with a chuckle, pleasant and charming, but not happy.

"Don't you really want to say it? In my previous life, I was dead after all! Yan Zijiao threw out another sentence, and he wanted to make the dead word heavier, and the back trembled lightly and continued to walk forward.

"Ya, don't you regret it?"