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Han Yao lightly ran his fingers across Ji Cheng's face. In his eyes, his gentle smile and his thick shoulders were constantly being recalled in his mind.

"Where did you get this photo?"

After Han Yao heard these words, she suddenly understood the reason why took out the photo and told her so much. Han Yao held the photo in her hand, walked over to the table, and gently pulled Nanfeng Haozhe's hand as she explained: "Yes, he was indeed my boyfriend in the past, and the first time I saw you, was indeed because I treated you as him."

Before Han Yao even finished speaking, Nanfeng Haozhe had ruthlessly cut her off.

Han Yao helplessly shook her head, as tears rolled down her face. She frantically tried to explain, "That was in the past.

"Alright, now that you don't think of me as him, then tear this picture into pieces in front of me!"

Nanfeng Haozhe's request instantly enlarged Han Yao's eyes. Let her tear up the picture. Why?

"Hao Zhe, photos..."

The picture was hard to find, and she didn't want to tear it up so soon.

After Ji Cheng encountered a car accident, she tried her best to collect the things that he left behind but couldn't find anything. This time, she finally saw a picture. Why did she tear it off?

"Hao Zhe, don't misunderstand. I left the photo as a souvenir … …"

"Is that so? I think you just can't let him go. Han Yao, it's fortunate that I was this good to you, so you always treat me like a fool? Have you ever thought that even idiots will wake up one day! "

After Nanfeng Haozhe finished, he took the photo from Han Yao's hands and used all of his strength!

There was only a "chi" sound...

The picture was torn in half.

Like a mad dog, Han Yao pounced and snatched the photo away.

"Han Yao, in your heart, I might as well be a picture, a dead person …"

Nanfeng Haozhe angrily slammed the door, and left the house.

The empty place instantly returned to its terrifying silence.

Han Yao curled up on the sofa alone, she looked at the table filled with dishes, but did not have any appetite at all. In her hand was the picture that had been torn into two, and she was struggling in her heart.

She asked herself over and over again, just what was Nanfeng Haozhe in his heart?

Also, Ji Cheng … What is he?

Han Yao's mind was in a mess, she herself was not even clear on what to say, so how should she explain all of this?

"Du, du, du … …"

The phone was placed on the tea table for charging, the sound of the bell vibrated as it quickly jumped up and down on the coffee table, causing Han Yao to wake up.

She got down from the sofa and picked up her phone carefully. She then asked politely, "Hello?"

"Han Yao, I am Yu Shuyuan …"

"Ah... "Shuyuan …."

Han Yao struggled to open her mouth to speak, but was unable to do so.

Yu Shuyuan realized that something was wrong with Han Yao and hurriedly asked a few questions, but Han Yao did not say anything. She didn't want her emotions to affect anyone else.

Seeing that Han Yao was not willing to say it over the phone, Yu Shuyuan then found an excuse to tell his that Granny Han Yao's condition was unstable.

When Han Yao heard that her grandmother's condition was unstable, she immediately hung up, closed the window, closed the curtain, changed a pair of shoes, and left the room with her bag.

At ten o'clock sharp, Han Yao arrived at the coffee shop that Yu Shuyuan had agreed to meet. The coffee shop was not far from the hospital where Yu Shuyuan was. Upon entering, Han Yao asked anxiously, "How is my grandmother?"

"Han Yao, don't be nervous."

Yu Shuyuan called the waiter to order two cups of lemonade, then looked at Han Yao and gently explained: "I heard that you were in a bad mood over the phone, so I invited you out. Grandmother used a new drug, so you don't have to worry too much. "

Hearing that, Han Yao's tensed face finally relaxed.

However, she still felt a little awkward facing Yu Shuyuan who was in front of her. After all, based on their interactions over this period of time, Han Yao was still unable to open her heart to them.

The two of them sat in the quiet cafe, listening to the music and drinking lemonade, but they didn't say anything.

"Excuse me, would you like another drink?"

The waiter came over and looked at the two of you, holding a kettle in his hands, Han Yao immediately said: "No need."

Yu Shuyuan nodded and stood up to pay.

Seeing that he insisted on paying, Han Yao did not argue with him.

Just that, when walking out of the café, Yu Shuyuan suddenly opened the car door and said to Han Yao: "I see that you are not in a good mood, I can bring you to a place where you can forget about your worries later."

"Forget it, I'm going back to rest. I still need to work tomorrow."

Han Yao tactfully refused, but Yu Shuyuan said: "Tomorrow is Saturday. Could it be that you're also working Saturday? "I heard that the top ten department stores are a big company. Do you think I should go and complain to them?"

Han Yao pursed her lips.

Of course she didn't go to work on Saturday, it was just a random excuse. She didn't think that Yu Shuyuan was so serious.

With the stalemate, Han Yao could only get on the carriage.

Yu Shuyuan drove just like him. What he sought after was not speed or passion, but stability, accuracy, and speed. When Han Yao sat on top of it, about an hour later, she was almost shaken awake.

"We're here."

Yu Shuyuan went closer and quickly unfastened Han Yao's seat belt. He then stepped down from the car, opened the door and welcomed Han Yao.

The night breeze was slightly chilly, Han Yao's handkerchief was gently lifted by the wind.

Yu Shuyuan quickly took off the suit and naturally draped it over Han Yao's body. Han Yao wanted to reject, but looking at Yu Shuyuan who was walking forward, if he himself rejected, it would be awkward.

"How is it? "Do you dare to flip through like we did in college?"

Han Yao looked at the tall wall, and her thoughts went back to her university days.

That's right, Yu Shuyuan had brought her to a university.

Ever since they left the school grounds, Han Yao had been making a living in this city every day, but she hadn't come to school even once.

There was a stone stool placed beside the school wall. It seemed that the junior brothers and junior sisters were still as naughty as when he was studying.

"Come, try flipping it again."

Yu Shuyuan held Han Yao's hand and quickly pulled to the side of the wall. No matter if she agreed or not, it was as Ji Cheng's way of pulling Han Yao up to the wall …

Han Yao's face turned as red as an apple, feeling awkward and helpless.

If she did not reach out to climb up, could it be that Yu Shuyuan would hug her like this? Therefore, Han Yao could only extend her hand and climb up the wall …