Ye Jian, who was sitting on the top of the mountain, turned around and smiled at the young officer behind her. Her smile was brighter than the sun. It was like the rising sun breaking through the shackles of darkness and welcoming a new day with its most beautiful posture.
Xia Jinyuan, who was standing still, smiled too. He knew that his girl had walked out of her sorrow and was using her best mentality to face the coming days.
In the past few days, Ye Jian hadn't been smiling much. Even when she smiled, there was always a hint of sadness between her eyebrows. Xia Jinyuan's heart ached when he saw this.
However, it was something that had to be done. No matter how much he persuaded her, she had to rely on herself to walk out of her sorrow. As her boyfriend, no matter how much he persuaded her, it was useless.
Now that she had moved on, Xia Jinyuan felt relaxed.
