If life is just like the first meeting, what is the autumn wind sadly painting a fan? Xianyu looked at Jibu, her eyes tightened like a pool of stagnant water, and indifferently revealed this sentence. Everything has changed, and things have changed, and things have changed, and the world is desolate. If this is fate, no one can resist. Turning around, Jibu in the distance ran over and hugged her from behind: No, I don’t allow you to leave, don’t try to escape from me. Xianyu laughed gently, and the howling cold wind swallowed her sobbing, and she pulled the hand that was wrapped around her waist. Open, merciless. I was ruined by you, and we can't go back to the past. She couldn't see her expression clearly under the night, and her voice was not as gentle and charming as before. If her former voice was like a cup of warm tea in the afternoon, now it's like a cup of ice water in the cold winter, bone-chilling. No! Zhibu pinched her arms and said to her in a pleading tone: Let's leave here, forget the past, and start over. Xianyu's tears came down quickly. It was clearly him who gave up on her, why was she still soft-hearted or unable to make a decision?