Every year, there are always countless otaku sighing regrets.

This day is the flower season for lovers and the nightmare for bachelors. Those who like it call it "Valentine's Day", and those who hate it call it "Love's Calamity".

I saw the streets of Huttonmar, and the couples were in pairs, with endless love words and endless lovesickness.

Yang Jian was bored and walked aimlessly on the street, his lone figure only seemed out of place with the surrounding scenery.

I originally planned to find a few people to gather together, drink, chat, etc.

As a result, Hans said that he wanted to accompany his wife at home, and that it was reasonable for someone with a family.

Feng said he didn't drink, but in fact, this kid wanted to accompany him.

Xixi is so small, she takes her shopping and waits for someone to jump out and say what to do if he abducts a minor girl.

As for Ophelia, that little girl was too shy and couldn't even shout.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian shook his head and sighed, "Is it a waste of such a beautiful scenery tonight?"

He cut a match, lit a smoke, leaned against the wall beside the road, and slowly spit out the clouds and mist.

At this moment, in the hazy smoke, he saw the smoke condense into the appearance of Ceria. Her eyes, which were as clear as flowing water, seemed to be saying: "Warrior, have you forgotten me?"

"I haven't forgotten, nor will I forget it." Yang Jian lowered his head, and his every frown and smile echoed in his mind all the time for his first love.

"I will definitely come back to marry you, Selia." Yang Jian raised his head and stared into the distance with his black eyes, as if there was his deepest thoughts there.

"Brother, buy a bouquet of flowers and give it to sister." At this time, a tender voice woke Yang Jian up from his meditation.

He turned his head and saw a little girl holding a few bouquets of roses in her hand. Her doll-like face made Yang Jian unforgettable at first glance.

The little girl handed over a bouquet of roses and looked at Yang Jian with anticipation.

Yang Jian was stunned at first, and then immediately came to his senses.

He shrugged his shoulders in his pockets.

"I don't have money..." he said in a muffled voice, then turned out his two empty belts and became a hooligan.

Looking at the little girl leaving angrily, Yang Jian suddenly felt very happy.

Aha, I, Yang Jian, have not done anything to bully my little sister for a long time.

"Oh", he leaned against the wall again, continuing to pass the boring time.

The street lights on the street illuminated him like a homeless man.

I don't know how long it took.

"Brother", another childish voice, he looked closely and saw that it was still the little girl.

The little girl looked at him timidly, and she bit her lip gently, as if she had made up her mind.

"If you buy a bouquet of roses," the little girl grinned and she smiled mischievously, "I'll tell you where my sister is."

"Hmph, what do the little girl know?" Yang Jian made a face full of disbelief.

"Selia, Sister Sai, she said she misses you very much." After saying this, the little girl stretched out her tongue and turned around and jumped away.

"What? Selia!" Yang Jian felt a string in his heart touched, and he quickly followed the little girl.

"Tell me where Ceria is, I want all your roses!" Yang Jian was in a mess.

The night became deeper and deeper, and a kind of love was conveyed in the air.
Chapter completed!