During his life in Los Angeles, Mo Yuhan was busy with the desserts every day. Although he was busy, he always felt that such a life did not belong to him.
At night, Mo Yuhan and song Yixue sat on the small balcony of the attic, blowing the long evening wind, looking at the distant sea in a daze, feeling that the time had passed very long.
"Achuan, what are you thinking? It's a little cold in the evening, or we'd better go back to the bedroom and have a rest?"
"A Xue, I want to discuss something with you."
"What's the matter?"
Song Yixue suddenly has a bad premonition.
"Although the business of the small shop is getting better and better, if we continue to do it, it will not be long before we can open a branch store, but I still don't like the life here very much."
"Why, isn't life good here? The people here are very friendly and easy-going, and they live a comfortable life. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset. You told me that you wanted this kind of life most
Mo Yuhan frowned at the speech, feeling that it was not like he would say it. Although the life here is very quiet and stable, it is too comfortable and does not have any challenges.
"I'm a little tired of this life now. I want to leave here and go to other places. It's more challenging and more interesting."
Song Yixue can't help but fear that Mo Yuhan doesn't belong here. He belongs to a broader world instead of staying in such a small place.
However, if let Mo Yuhan leave here, it means that she will lose Mo Yuhan.
How could she accept that he left Mo Yuhan by her side?
No, no, she can't accept it!
Song Yixue reached for Mo Yuhan's hand. "I just want to stay here with you and I don't want to go. Achuan, if you don't like the dessert shop, we can do something else, a clothing store, or..."
"It's not these questions."
"Achuan, I really don't want you to leave. As soon as you left, you had an accident and almost lost your life. I really don't want to take the risk of losing you again."
Song Yixue said to Mo Yuhan in a sad tone, shaking his head as he said so as to make Mo Yuhan sure that it would be dangerous for him to leave here.
Mo Yuhan did not speak, but slowly took song Yixue's hand away from his own. "I'm not a person who is afraid of danger. I'd rather choose the former."
Whether he remembers the past or not, his character will not change.
"But what shall I do?"
"You can live a safe life here, or you can leave with me." Mo Yuhan said.
"No, I don't want to leave, and I don't want to go with you. Akawa, promise me that we will continue to live here, and people here don't want you to go."
The wind at night makes song Yixue's heart colder and colder, which makes her feel that this man has to slip away from her fingers.
"When you had an accident, I always stayed by your side to accompany you and take care of you. But you want to leave now. Have you considered my feelings?"
Mo Yuhan looked at Song Yixue, whose tears were swirling in his eyes, but he was still moved. Indeed, when he had nothing, it was she who accompanied him and never gave up. Only with her, could he have today's life.
If you don't pay attention to her feelings and say go, it's too heartless.
"No, I'm sorry to talk to you."
"Then don't go, OK? Don't go. I can promise you anything as long as you don't leave here."