Meng Yao's face turned red, wife, this word, she didn't even dare to hope for it before, but today he said it in person, "I..."

"If you don't say it, you'll admit it," Luo Xiao stared at her face, his expression soft, "You're so pretty."

“…”

Meng Yao bit the corner of her mouth, "Is this what I am in your memory like?"

"In memory..." Luo Xiao withdrew his hand and lay back on the lawn. He raised his head and looked at the sky, "I don't remember it, I only know that your name is Xiaoran."

"Do you remember my last name?"

"Your surname is..." Luo Xiao frowned and tried hard to search for his memories, "The surname is Tong."

He said, don't look at her, "Your name is Tong Ran, right?"

Meng Yao felt sad. As long as he reached this point, he still only remembered her. The word Tong Ran had completely dissolved into his mind. I guess his subconscious was probably full of this name?

She lowered her head, and her eyes could not hide her sadness.

Luo Xiao held her hand, "Xiao Ran, what's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Meng Yao hurriedly withdrew her thoughts, she lay on the grass beside him, and Luo Xiao naturally reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, "I think I must love you very much."

Meng Yao was hugged by him and almost cried. She forced herself to hold it back, "Why...?"

"Because I think of you every moment, your name is in my mind, and it can't be gone. You said, isn't this love, what is it?"

Meng Yao put her head close to his neck and nodded with tears in her eyes, "It's... it's love."

The two leaned together, and the morning breeze was a little cool. Luo Xiao stretched out his hand to hug her tightly, "Is it cold?"

“No, not cold.”

"You haven't told me what my name is?"

Meng Yao reached out and hugged his waist, "Your name is Luo Xiao."

"Luo Xiao?" Luo Xiao read these two words all over, then smiled, "Luo Xiao, Tong Ran... These two names are indeed very suitable."

Meng Yao closed her eyes and didn't say anything. Luo Xiao asked again, "Xiao Ran, how did we meet?"

“We… grew up together.”

"Is that true?" Luo Xiao turned his head and kissed her in the face, "That must have been more than twenty years, right?"

"Yes, it's been twenty-one years... I'm twenty-one years old this year."

Luo Xiao reached out and raised her chin, "Xiao Ran, do you love me?"

Meng Yao met his eyes, and she nodded vigorously, "Love..."

"I love you too."

Luo Xiao's expression was never gentle. He slowly lowered his head and touched her lips and teeth.

With a kiss of tenderness, Meng Yao couldn't stop trembling, and Luo Xiao hugged her tightly with both hands, "Don't cry, Xiao Ran, am I okay? Be good, don't cry..."

"Okay, I won't cry, I won't cry..."

Meng Yao also hugged him. She knew that all this was an illusion. She also knew that Luo Xiao was not loving her, but are these still important?

She would rather he never remember it for the rest of his life. If she continues like this for the rest of her life, she can be a Tong Ran for him for the rest of her life, and she can call him whatever she wants...

After a while, the two of them had their entangled lips separated. Meng Yao raised her head and stared at his face infatuatedly, "Xiao."

Luo Xiao frowned and he stroked her hair, "I remember, it seems that you didn't call me that before."

“…”

Meng Yao bit her lower lip, and turned around the three words between her throat before shouting, "Brother Luo."
Chapter completed!