A couple from yesterday was left in the room.

Since the day of the divorce, they have been separated for more than five years, more than a thousand days and nights.

He Xiyan felt the man coming towards her, and her frozen feet took several steps back.

"Don't come near me." She warned, her eyes still on the ground, and she didn't even raise her eyes to look at Mo Yixuan.

Mo Yixuan stopped. Not wanting to anger her anymore, he stood a meter away from him in a playful way.

"Yan Yan ......," Mo Yixuan shouted in a deep voice. He admits that he is a little mean, but who can sit generously and calmly in front of feelings.

For his own sake and for the sake of fate, he must chase her back.

Mo Yixuan took out a delicate box from his pocket and pulled out a delicate box, a silver jewelry box, on which was carved a pattern symbolizing love.

He opened the box, and soon the huge pink pigeon egg color emitted a dazzling fire, multicolored light, especially beautiful.

Although he lowered his head, He Xiyan quickly felt this brilliance.

She knew what it was, and she turned her face away.

"I won't ask for your stuff." She said coldly, not waiting for him to hand over the ring.

Mo Yixuan did not forcibly put the ring on He Xiyan, but put it on the bedside table next to him.

When he looked at her again, there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

In fact, this is not the first time he has given her a ring.

Nine years ago, on the same night, in this bedroom, he also gave her a ring, which was just a small two-carat diamond ring at that time, and it was not very expensive, but he remembered how she looked when she saw the ring, and at that time she was so excited that she cried, and she was so excited that she didn't sleep well all night.

"Yan Yan...... Do you really not remember here? ”

Mo Yixuan suddenly turned his head away, looking at several sketches and colored pencil drawings hanging on the wall.

These paintings have been hanging in this house for nine years. It was Yan Yan who painted it in this room. At that time, he was busy with work, while she was quietly drawing in the room.

She drew a lot, and finally chose a few that she was satisfied with and hung them up.

For nine years, the house remained the same as when they lived together, and although he renovated the house, he did not change the decoration of the house, including the furniture.

He Xiyan didn't understand what Mo Yixuan meant.

If she can't remember this room, she can't remember it. She couldn't even forget her fate, what else could she remember.

"You drew these things." Mo Yixuan pointed to the paintings on the wall. Those paintings that have been hanging for nine years.

He Xiyan frowned, although her heart was very confused, but she turned her head to look at the place Mo Yixuan pointed, the paintings hanging on the wall, what he said in his mouth, the paintings she painted.

It was three sketches, three colored pencil drawings, three of which were of people and three of which were of landscapes.

She took a general look at the paintings, and finally fixed her eyes on a painted pencil drawing, which was supposed to be set against the backdrop of a school road, and the road was twice covered with tall maple trees. The time of painting seems to be autumn, the maple leaves are drawn with red pencils, and then look at the road, walking a couple who look in love, the two are holding hands, full of happy smiles.

Wrong! When he saw the characters in the painting, He Xiyan frowned suddenly, and his feet unconsciously took a few steps forward.