"She didn't tell me."
"She did not say anything at all?" He Yibin's heart felt like a cat was clawing at it. He believed that Lu Yi was the same and even a thousand times stronger than his feelings.
Lu Yi shook his head and said, "She was unwilling to talk about it."
Moreover, Lu Yi walked back again. He bowed his head and his fingers again gently caressed half of Yan Huan's face. He could easily feel the scar on her face. It not only ripped her face, but also tore his heart apart.
"Yibin, I hope you can keep this matter a secret for me. Before her face heals, I don't want people to know that she is still alive."
"Don't worry. I understand." He Yibin promised. He was not one to shoot his mouth off. Although he still had many questions in his mind, he would not ask any further questions if the other party did not mention it. He certainly would not make it public at will.
"Thank you." Lu Yi said. The exhaustion could also be heard in his voice.
