"Why?" Ye Chuqing was stunned, then smiled clearly, his eyes full of flying spirits: "My sister and I can be considered friends. She has blessed me. I believe we can all find our own happiness."

Ye Nianmo looked at his simple sister with a complicated expression, but in the end he didn't say anything. He only thought in his heart that his intuition was wrong.

Ding Yiyi slept for a long time. When she opened her eyes, she found that the room was very dark. The thick curtains kept everything in isolation, making it difficult to tell the specific time.

She turned her head, which was still confused, and all the memories rushed into her mind.

Aoxue's illness, the despair in her father's eyes, Qiubai's parents' rebukes her, all her thoughts are like a silent film replay, she stands in it and looks sad as others, wanting to cry but can't cry.

She felt so tired that she reached out to cover the position of her chest and felt the beating in her chest. Suddenly, a little light entered her thoughts strongly.

The halo became bigger and bigger, and a person came out of it. He looked at her with the gentlest eyes. He took her hand and left all the sorrows of sadness and sat on a Trojan called happiness.

He kissed her, gave her the strongest arm, "Nian Mo." She said softly, and she also had strength.

When she got up and went downstairs, the servant told her that it had only been two hours later. She sighed, "Where is Nian Mo?"

"The young master said that if you wake up, go directly to the garage." The servant said.

"Go to the garage?" Ding Yiyi walked out with doubts. She followed the path that usually goes to the garage, but found that today the path was filled with flowers.

The pink cymbidium is blooming, and the colorful calla lilies are close to each other. Suddenly the view is wider, and the golden tulips are waving in a proud posture in the wind.

After taking a few more steps, the pink and white Yipin crown came into view. A bee naughtyly shuttled through the stamens. It seemed that she smelled the pollen smell that Ding Yiyi liked more, so she flew to her and circled around her for a few times.

Ding Yiyi was in the flowers, her ears were the flowers and her nose was the faint fragrance, and her eyes were colorful.

The sad emotions were briefly healed at this moment. She smiled sincerely and her steps became lighter.

At the end of the flower path, Ye Nianmo leaned against the car. He was flipping through a book in his hand, and he noticed the sound of footsteps before looking up.

He gestured to Ding Yiyi to get in the car with a large bunch of sunflowers on the car. Ding Yiyi was stunned and hugged the sunflowers in her arms.

"Where do you go?" She opened her mouth and found that her voice was dull and uncomfortable.

Ye Nianmo took a bottle of water from the back seat and twisted it away, handed it to her, "Temple."

The temple was deserted, and several lay monks in blue clothes swept the thick sycamore leaves on the ground into a pile. As soon as they swept it, the wind blew, but they didn't even frown and continued to wave the broom in their hands.

In the rest hall, Ding Yiyi placed the sunflower on the shelf under Qiubai's ashes, "I'll come to see you."

Ye Nianmo stood behind her, knew she had something to say to Qiubai, so she turned around and walked out, and stopped after two steps, "Sunflower can only chase the sunshine."

Until she could not hear the footsteps, Ding Yiyi whispered: "Thank you," she looked up at the white ceramic ashes placed in the small cabinet. Qiubai's smile was faint, just like her personality, capable and decisive.

"It was me who was going to kill that day," Ding Yiyi looked at the person in the photo frame with a sob, "but it was you who lost his life."
Chapter completed!