First Frost ( Requested )

The unreality of Cong Sang Yan's sudden appearance in the noodle restaurant, at this moment because of his words, rose again, almost filled with all Wen Yifan's thoughts, making her dazzling.

Wen Yifan stared at the person in front of him in a daze, and the mood of the night was replaced by another emotion. Her nose sore, her lips moved, but she was a little speechless.

It was like a surprise that I had never expected, a desire that I never dared to think, suddenly came without warning. She couldn't believe it, so she didn't even have the courage to reach out for it.

I'm afraid that everything in front of me will disappear when I stretch out my hand.

For a moment, Wen Yifan thought of meeting Sang Yan unexpectedly at the "Overtime" bar at the end of last year. When he showed that attitude of looking at strangers, and his attitude towards her has been poor, she also tried to let herself not care.

Because she thinks it is understandable, and she thinks it is all taken for granted.

Everything is her behavior, the "result" she should bear.

Wen Yifan was the one who brought harm to Sang Yan.

So in his precious memories, it is not worth letting her occupy a place. To him, she was just a non-essential one, and all traces left by her could be covered by another person passing by.

She thought that she was just such an existence.

But at this moment, Wen Yifan really realized.

It doesn't seem to be the case.

Maybe he has met many people of all kinds.

Perhaps in this process, his feelings for her have already faded.

But he never forgot her.

After so many years, everything is changing.

I still only like you.

Wen Yifan stared at him without blinking.

Suddenly, I hope that human memory can be divided into scenes frame by frame with equipment like a movie. If that were the case, she would be able to keep this scene forever.

Never forget, and never want to forget.

Seeing that she hadn't said a word, Sang Yan pursed her lower lip slightly, and it seemed that she didn't say anything.

"Hey, speak."

Being interrupted by his words, Wen Yifan came back to his senses. She sucked her nose gently, feeling that she should respond with some romantic words. But at this moment, she accepted the surprise, she just wanted to treat everything carefully: "If you think such words are hypocritical--"

Sang Yan looked down at her.

Wen Yifan said in earnest: "From then on, let me do it."

After hearing this, Sang Yan's expression halted.

Like a child getting an extremely precious toy, Wen Yifan's ears gradually became hot, and he didn't know what to do. He was extremely cautious about every word: "But it's a bit difficult for me now."

Sang Yan stared at her, and the corners of her lips gradually bent slightly.

As soon as the words fell, there was silence again.

Wen Yifan pondered, he didn't seem to respond to his confession. She glanced at him, always feeling that this is not over yet, she has to go through the process: "Then we are now—"

"Ok?"

"The two love each other."

"..."

Hearing this, Sang Yan seemed to be unable to bear it, and suddenly grabbed his jaw and smiled.