Zhang Lanfeng Ran away

The gentle light shone onto Xiao Ling's face, causing her to be unable to keep his eyes open.

Standing up and leaning on the bed, Xiao Ling's pale face squeezed out a smile, "Teacher, can you tell me what happened that year, my father … How did he die? "

Hearing that, Yan Xin's face immediately changed, that panicked look, this was the first time Xiao Ling had seen it, and now, the doubt in the bottom of her heart had been settled.

All these years, Yan Xin had indeed concealed something from her, and their meeting back then wasn't as dramatic as what he said. If she wasn't mistaken, everything that had happened should have been arranged in advance.

After panicking for a moment, Yan Xin regained the composure he had before. He took off his jacket, sat on the sofa opposite Xiao Ling and crossed his legs. He wanted to light a cigarette, but seeing that Xiao Ling's line of sight was tightly locked onto his body, he put it down hesitantly.