A tall figure stood under the tree. His gaze was filled with tenderness as he looked at her. The man bent down gently to caress Yanni’s forehead and whispered her name: "Yanni."

It was Keaton. Yanni’s eyes fluttered open slightly, and she looked at the man in front of her. She wondered how he had suddenly appeared in her life again as if he were everywhere.

Yanni was drunk. People often speak more freely when they are in this state. She stared at Keaton with unclouded eyes, and her expression