C191 It's Hard to Forget

The leaves rustled in the wind as Qingning's hand was held by him. He did not use much strength, but it was as if he was unable to pull it back no matter what.

His words were almost gentle and absolute. He wasn't joking, he wasn't just randomly asking. He had such a serious look on his face.

It was such a simple sentence. In the future, every year, every year, and every day