Could it be that Guan Lingyu lacked self-confidence, or rid himself of the pretense, or was it his true self held within the shadows? Whatever it was, it was quite a matter.
Yin Xiaoming's heart harbored a resentment against this mighty peak, was it not too greedy? A single unstable spot could give away everything, including Lingyu's search for his mother, a desperate search for his mom that could come up empty. How awkward, Yin Xiaohu thought to himself.
What a pity to disguise a disgrace like Yin Xiaoying in this way, it truly was such a waste.
And there was the problem with Yin Xiaoying's death.
However, Yin Xiaoying's hand slowly began to move, starting from a covered fingertip and gradually moving downward.
Yin Xiaoying stood firm, and when it came to concealing flaws, although he wasn't sensitive like Guan Lingyu, when Guan Lingyou's friendship was mentioned, there really was nothing to say.
