After a long time, Jian Ran heard Qin Yue say again in a low voice: "Call me for these things in the future."

His words made Jian Ran abruptly stop. She raised her head to look at him, pursed her lips, and asked cautiously: "Qin Yue, don't you wonder what kind of person I was in the past?"

Qin Yue withdrew his hand, Jian Ran felt sad for a while, just as she was about to say something, those thick hands landed on her back, gently hugging her into her arms.