Yanzijia stopped and raised his voice: "Ben, is this how you treat guests?"

There was no sound from inside, and it was eerily quiet. Jon looked around cautiously, not as calm as Yan Zijia.

He came over in a low voice and asked, "Are you sure he is here?"

"Of course!" Others may not be able to feel that seemingly invisible power, but he can feel it clearly.

Jon didn't understand the mystery, and followed Yan Zijie closely as he walked inside. Before he could finish his sentence, he heard movement coming from inside. He looked up and saw a man wearing a black cloak walking out of the door.

The man, showing his delicate forehead and facial features, looked at them with a smile on his face.

"Nice to meet you, dear Yan."

His deep and melodious voice was full of joy, his handsome facial features, and every gesture exuded elegant charm. Even Jon, who was born in a noble family, had to admit that the man in front of him was the most beautiful foreign man he had ever seen.

The purple eyes were shining with dazzling light, and there was only the shadow of a person in them. He was obviously standing next to him, but he was not in his eyes.

"Ben? Should I call you Ben, or should I call you Ya?" As soon as Yan Zijie's words came out, Jon was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time.

He looked at the man in front of him in horror, his mouth not closing for a long time.

"You...are you kidding me?" Jon almost stopped standing. If he hadn't grabbed Yan Zijia's arm, he would have fallen to the ground.

Yan Zijie did not speak, but looked coldly at the man in front of him. The man smiled, and for a moment it was like the most brilliant fireworks bloomed between heaven and earth, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

"You are still the same as before, even if you don't remember anything, you are still the same as before. I have been waiting for you here for twenty-eight years, watching you be born, watching you grow step by step, and grow into the person I am most familiar with.

.Although you have forgotten me, I am still very happy!"

Yan Zijie's face didn't look good, and he asked in a deep voice: "What's going on with Xiaobao?"

"Xiaobao?" The man said with a playful look on his face, "You still call her that. Even if you lose your memory, you still call her that. She is so important in your heart, can't you do it without her?"

"Ya, you killed me with your own hands!" The man didn't answer directly to every word Yan Ziqian asked, leaving Jon confused.

The man shook his head slowly and said solemnly: "It wasn't me, it was Ben who did it."

"He can't kill me! He doesn't have the ability!" Although Yan Zijie has not recovered all his memories, there are some things that he knows very well in his heart. It is a miraculous intuition.

"You're still the same, you haven't changed at all." Ya sighed again.

"Don't you want to explain anything?" Yanzi was angry. There were really few people who could arouse his anger.

But he had to admit that the man in front of him occupied a very important proportion in his heart. No matter what the reason was, he had to bear such emotions. It belonged to him and it did not belong to him.

But there is no doubt that he does not need to make any struggle.

"Explanation? Explanation for what? You have forgotten me and the past. I just want to see that you live a good life. No explanation is needed." Yan's violet eyes flashed dimly, and he could tell with just one glance.

It makes people feel infinitely sad for him.
Chapter completed!