Yun Ya came down from upstairs, and the gardeners in the garden were busy, the morning sunlight was not dazzling, everything appeared so vibrant.
In the kitchen, Yan Song came out holding breakfast, wearing an apron, a white shirt and black trousers, looking as pure and elegant as an ink painting, unbelievably clean.
The man lifted his head and looked at her, his dark eyes seemed unfathomable, flowing with a gentle light like spring water.
"Yun Ya, come have breakfast."
So natural, as if it had been done a thousand times.
Yun Ya was slightly stunned, feeling this scene was familiar, as if it had happened sometime before, yet she couldn't find it no matter how hard she searched her mind.
Many people have experienced this, a certain scene seems to have been experienced sometime before, with an inexplicable familiarity that even science cannot explain. Some say, this is your past life.
