The various hurts and accumulated pain are absolutely unbearable for an ordinary person.
The immense torment has made Yan Xiaolan's face somewhat distorted!
Her heart feels as if ants are devouring it, tormenting every nerve in her body.
"Go on!"
Gu Tong clearly knows that there is more to Yan Xiaolan's story.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have this kind of attitude; however, the specific story still needs to be slowly told by her.
"Three years ago, the Academy held a charity performance event. The arts class cadre went to the local area for a performance to offer condolences; my husband was skilled in playing the accordion and was also sent to accompany the solo and instrumental performers..."
"That year, Qiu Xue was just starting out and had a bit of fame, so she was given special training by the arts class to emphasize that her singing was the best. The arts class scheduled her performance last, and the accompanying musician for her at that time was my husband..."
