After Song Ya's death, Lin Jiayuan was depressed for a long time, at that time, his father and mother were dead, and he had already broken up with Bai Enxi, he didn't have any relatives around him, even if he had more power, money, fame and fortune, he would probably feel empty......

But she loves Lin Jiayuan, and she is willing to use her temperature to warm him and stay by his side.

She didn't want to see him depressed and sad, so she underwent plastic surgery, and made the appearance that was very similar to Song Ya almost exactly the same as Song Ya.

He really treated her a lot better, she was willing to be a fake, only longing for his eyes to stay for her for a minute, and his tenderness could belong to her for a second......

But when she wanted to get close to him, he flatly rejected her-

"I have someone in my heart." That year, Lin Jiayuan said firmly and ruthlessly.

Her whole heart ached......

At that time, she knew that he had always understood her mind, and he had understood it for so many years, but he pretended not to understand, even if she was so much like Song Ya now in plastic surgery, even if he also used her as Song Ya's stand-in to be a lot gentler with her, but when she wanted to get close to him and have further contact with him, he was so resolute and resolute and ruthless to refuse her approach.

He personally carved an unbridgeable chasm between her and him, and personally tore the distance between their relationship......

She knew that he wanted to reserve a place in his heart for the dead Song Ya, even if she was willing to be a stand-in, but after all, she couldn't become Song Ya and his favorite girl.

"Yes...... Xiaoya? She asked tentatively.

Besides Song Ya, who else has such charm that makes him resist any woman, makes him unwilling to get too close to any woman?

It's just that she didn't wait to answer......

In the silent darkness, his face was in a trance, and his dark eyes were like autumn dew, carrying the sadness of the autumn wind, and contaminated with deep worry.

He didn't speak, she didn't ask again, she just assumed that he acquiesced.

He sat there quietly, his thin lips pursed into a line, his handsome face looked a little less radiant than before, and now his eyebrows were full of melancholy.

She mustered her courage and approached him again......

She fell on his knees, took his hand, let his hand caress her cheek, she wanted him to see her face, now her face is so similar to Song Ya, almost exactly like Song Ya, she doesn't believe that he is really willing to push her away!

"If you are willing, young master, treat me as Xiaoya......" She looked at him sincerely and pleadingly, and said: "Now that my face is so much like Xiaoya, I will also try to like Xiaoya's favorite things before her death, and imitate her tone to speak, and dress up as she usually dresses, as long as you are willing, young master, I am willing to live in Xiaoya's shadow forever, I only hope to stay by your side, young master, so that you can come out of depression and cheer up......"

Perhaps her words were too swearing, or perhaps her eyes were too concerned and passionate, and she saw the bottom of his pupils shake slightly.

He may have been touched by her, or perhaps he was shocked by her unwavering determination......

Instead of withdrawing his hand from her hand, he looked at her intently, and finally gave her the answer she wanted.

"From now on, you don't have to call me so rawly." His dark eyes were like the most precious gems in the world, and his gaze flowed on her face that resembled Song Ya, "You can call my name just like Xiao Ya was alive when she was alive." ”