Si Yuan’s head was suddenly lifted by someone pressing her head. She heard the magnetic voice of a man who she thought had sacrificed himself for her. Si Yuan’s head shook for a while.
Zhou yiran, who was in his twenties, was already handsome. He had lost his youthful looks. At this time, Zhou Yiran was no longer the little brat who was still wet behind the ears.
In fact, when he stood together with Si Yi Yi, he was not inferior in terms of height.
“Zhou... Zhou Yiran, you big bastard, you didn’t die? Do you know how sad I was when I Saw You Die! You Big Bastard, why didn’t you die...”
Being suddenly pulled into Zhou Yiran’s embrace, Si Yuan’s entire body froze. After she reacted, she stretched out her hand and knocked on Zhou Yiran’s chest twice with all her might, and tears streamed down her face.
