Seeing that he was still so sad, Lin Xiyue lowered her eyes and began to blame herself again: "It's all because of me. You obviously got the first place in the exam based on your strength, but you were considered to be cheating..."

Su Yifeng interrupted her, and a soft voice drilled into her heart along her ears: "As long as you know, that's enough."

I don't care what others think.

Hearing him say this, Lin Xiyue's eyes turned red again: "It wasn't you who did it, why do you have to take the blame for me every time? You won't be allowed to do this again next time. Do you know that you are like this? I will...I will..."

Su Yifeng's heart surged and fell with the words she had not finished.

Then, he slowly raised his head from her shoulder and looked into her eyes for a moment: "I...I just don't want to see you cry...even if there is a next time, I will still be the same."

As he said, he raised his hand, stroked his slender fingers through the corners of her eyes, and wiped away a drop of shining tears.

His movements were very gentle. Lin Xiyue was stunned for a moment, blinked her foggy eyes, and looked at him in confusion.

His thin lips, which were so close, slightly twitched, slowly said, "If you really feel guilty and moved, then..."

"Then...that's what?" Lin Xiyue looked away in a panic and did not dare to look at him anymore.

She didn't know what she was panicking, just like... she could guess what he was going to say next.

In TV series, the lines at this time are usually - then let's agree to each other.

Su Yifeng leaned over and leaned closer to her, staring at her deep eyes with her lowered eyes, and her clear breath sprayed on her cheeks: "Then act like you owe me a favor, and then... you have to repay me with a wish."

"What...when?" Lin Xiyue raised her eyes carefully, met his gaze, and felt another palpitation.

"When I'm on my birthday, you have to satisfy my birthday wish." Su Yifeng's eyes slowly became deeper when he looked at her, "There is one month left and it will be soon."

The last sentence was full of strong hints. Even if Lin Xiyue was stupid, she could hear it.

"Yeah." She pursed her pink lips and nodded, "This year... I will prepare a birthday present for you."

It's really a bit embarrassed to say that every year she gave him a greeting card every year on his birthday.

Several times he asked her if there was nothing else but greeting cards.

She would also say shamelessly that greeting cards are birthday gifts, and the gift is light and affection is heavy. What else do you want!

But every year on her birthday, he would give her gifts, and they must be something she likes very much.

Her eyes fell on the white scarf that he was still surrounded by his neck. She thought for a while and then added in a low voice: "Or why I'll knit a scarf for you, it's... a scarf that only belongs to you. It turns out that... I don't want that one."

At first, she woven this white scarf with the feeling of loving Yin Haochen, and the person she wanted to give it to was Yin Haochen.

Later, she thought that Su Yifeng took the scarf just to comfort her, but she didn't expect that he would surround him every day.

She suddenly thought to knit one again, and from the beginning she thought she wanted to knit a scarf for him so that she would feel better.

"Yeah." Su Yifeng's mouth slowly raised, "But it turns out that I will keep this one, because... it was also woven by you."

His low and magnetic voice seemed to blow the wind through her heart, causing her heart to tremble slightly: "Don't you have many scarves? Why do you only wear me to knit..."

He obviously has so many scarves that he can't count, and he is all big names.

"But, it's not as warm as the scarf you knitted."

The afterglow of the sunset shines on the white scarf he surrounded, with a warm layer of gold.

And this golden light was also reflected in his dark and deep eyes.

Lin Xiyue suddenly felt that the scarf was surrounded by him like this, and it seemed really warm, and it felt warm just by looking at it.

They did not notice that, not far behind them, there was a black shadow standing in the backlight, watching them.

The man reached into his pocket, took out a light pink love letter, and pointed his long fingers to the page of the paper.

Although the paper is a little wrinkled, you can still see the handwriting on it...
Chapter completed!