Tears rolled out of her eyes. She sobbed and nodded her head, "I will, Jun Jisheng, I will marry you!"

He stood up and wiped her tears. "Darling, don't cry, you will make me don't know what to do." her tears always made him helpless.

She burst into tears and smiled. "I cried only when I was happy." as she said, she looked at him very seriously, "Jisheng, in this life, I can meet you. It's really good."

He stiffened slightly, then smiled gently, "yes, very good." he lowered his head, kissed and sucked her tears, trying to kiss away all her tears, hoping that only joy was left on her face.

He wanted to see her smile more than tears.

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When Gao Wang came to Han Yuan, he only saw han zi in the studio, full of wine and staring at those paintings. The decadent appearance makes people completely unable to be associated with the lofty and elegant appearance they see in ordinary days.

"Son analysis, what's going on?" Gao Wang asked the housekeeper standing beside him.

The housekeeper looked helpless and said, "as soon as the young master came back today, he stayed alone in this studio. He drank a lot of wine and occasionally cried out that his eyes hurt. But the young master refused to go to the hospital, so he asked Dr. Gao to come and have a look."

"OK, I see. You go down first." Gao Wang said.

The housekeeper left and Gao Wang went into the studio. He only saw Han zixie lying on the ground, and the picture in front of him was a young man walking with a little girl on his back in the cold and stormy night.

Gao Wang has seen this painting. Han Zixi once told him that it was a memory of his youth. It was a storm that nearly killed zixie, but it was also a night to let him understand the most important person in his life.

And that person, zixie, has also been found, is Yao Yiyuan.

But Gao Wang didn't understand why zixie looked at the painting like this at the moment. Was there any contradiction with Yao Yiyuan?

Just when Han zixie grabbed another bottle of wine on the ground and planned to drink it up, he looked up and grabbed the bottle in Han zixie's hand, "don't drink any more, you've drunk enough!"

The empty wine bottles on the ground seemed to prove his words.

"How much? But why haven't I been drunk?" Han Zixi pulled out a smile at Gao Wang, but the smile was more ugly than crying. "If I was drunk, would it be better?"

"Drinking too long is bad for your eyes. You only lived in the hospital last time because of your eyes. Do you want to enter the hospital again so soon?" Gao Wang said.

"Eyes?" Han zixie suddenly laughed, "Hahaha... Eyes... My eyes... What's the use of these eyes? Obviously she's standing in front of me. Obviously she's told me who she is, but I didn't recognize her. I'd rather believe the liar. Gao Wang, do you think I have eyes without eyes? What do I want these eyes to do!"

Han zixie smiled and raised his hand. He was about to insert it into his eyes. He was startled by his high look and grabbed Han zixie's hands. He was deeply afraid that his good friend would really blind his eyes because of drunkenness.

"What are you doing, the one you're talking about... Who is she? What has no eyes?" he asked, looking up at the fog.