Ye Junqing kept a grim expression on his face and said nothing.
After a while, Xiao Yun who was engrossed in checking the database, said: "I found it. There are eighty people named Qin Junye who died ten years ago. But only three of them died exactly ten years ago from today. Miss Ye, could you identify which one is your friend?"
The name was too common for Xiao Yun to determine the right person, so he handed his laptop to Ye Xingguang who was sitting in the front row.
Ye Xingguang turned to look, and instantly recognized the boy with ordinary features. Her heart ached again: "It's him."
Xiao Yun nodded and clicked open the details of Qin Junye's life.
"Yeah, Miss Ye did not lie. Ten years ago, a boy named Qin Junye did indeed die in a maritime accident. Take a look."
Ye Junqing looked slightly surprised as he took the laptop from Xiao Yun and glanced at Qin Junye's details on the screen.