Su Yayan was stunned. Her eyes suddenly felt hot. "If you're so jealous that you want to kill, why did not you snatch me away?"
Huo Chenhuan pursed his lips and said nothing.
"I know even if you don't say it. You're afraid of implicating me. You're afraid that I won't like you. You're afraid that I won't be happy with you." Su Yayan hugged Huo Chenhuan's waist tightly and scolded in a low voice, "You fool, how will you know that I don't like you if you don't fight for me?"
"Yes, I'm a fool," Huo Chenhuan agreed unconditionally.
When he recalled what Su Yayan had said, he felt as if a lifetime had passed.
It had only been two years, but it seemed like a lifetime had passed. Those things seemed to have only happened in his previous life.
Su Yayan was silent in Huo Chenhuan's arms for a while before saying in a muffled voice, "I'm fine."
"What?"
"Fortunately, we are in love."