She wrote very seriously, and checked the grammar book to ensure that her English grammar would not make an error. She didn't stop until she wrote two pages of paper.

Take out the envelope and beeswax from the drawer, put the letter in, and seal it with beeswax and stretch a lazy waist lazily.

For lunch, she carefully made stone pot rice, and finished eating it happily. In the afternoon, she sat in the vine chair in the corridor, and read the book lazily while blowing the wind.

Night is the moment she miss. What would she think of Ye Nianmo? What is Edward doing? Thinking about what she wants to say if she saw Ye Nianmo.

One day after the time, there are fewer and fewer gifts in the corner in the blink of an eye, and soon the last one is left.

Early in the morning, she walked into the hotel and greeted the familiar front desk lady. She took the elevator to the room where the gift was taken.

In the room, the heavy curtains have been pulled open, and the sun can't wait to fill every corner of the room. The box holding a blue packaging is quietly placed on the table, which is warm by the sun.

She was sitting on a comfortable chair with peace of mind, pulling the top pink silk ribbon in the box without panic, and the wrapping paper made a west sound in her hands.

It was a beautiful box, and the dark blue satin was wrapped in a square mill. The top of the box had a blue gemstone, which was also the only interface.

She reached out and pressed the blue gem, the gem was deeply trapped, and then the shape of the six petals fell out, and gradually revealed the appearance of the box.

It was a very simple ring, simple and gorgeous, and she had never seen this ring, but she knew the importance. She and Ye Nianmo married the ring.

She looked at the ring with a focus, so that she didn't find her close, and she gently covered her trembling eyes with only a warm big hand.

"I'm back." Ye Nianmo said low.

She didn't move, but the hand on the table changed from the palm of the hand to the fist, "I know everything."

Ye Nianmo was surprised. He let go of his hand and walked to her, leaned over and held her shoulders tightly, "Tell me, you all remember?"

Ding Yiyi shook her head, "No." She didn't miss the disappointment in his eyes, "I didn't think of it, there was no now, but I know this is the wedding ring of you and Ding Yiyi."

Her sight was put into the ring in the blue box and said softly: "Why do I throw it away?"

"What happened?" Ye Nianmo looked serious. He didn't tell her that when he pushed the door and had a gift that had not been taken away, he was surprised to see the scene.

At that moment, his mood was so surging and could not be described in words, because any language seemed pale and weak.

Ding Yiyi's shoulder shrank back, and then took out the notebook from her own bag. She held it very tightly and looked like he was tangled and hesitated.

, I think this is the original intention of Ding Yiyi to write this notebook. "

Ye Nianmo took the solemnity and opened the first page seriously. The slender fingers shook slightly.

Ding Yiyi stood up silently. She walked to the door and turned to look at the man with a focus.

She looked at his silent and focused profile, her slender hands holding the corners of the pages, and he read each page for a long, long time.
Chapter completed!