"Yingluo, we've been in love for many years."
Leng Xiaomo,"Yingluo."
This sentence was like a bolt of lightning to Leng Xiaomo.
It made her a little confused for a moment, and countless tragical developments flashed through her mind.
Her mother actually had a fiancé who had been in love with her father for many years before they got together?
This, this Yingluo
She really wanted to know if her father knew. If her father knew, would he care? would he be jealous?
Leng Xiaomo stopped talking. To be more precise, she did not dare to say anything.
She was sweating profusely. What kind of valve did she open?
However, her mother did not seem to have any intention of stopping.
Gu Liang paused for a moment and continued, " we've been in love for many years. It left a deep impression in my best memories. It's also a good memory.
"Mother!"
Leng Xiaomo felt a little upset.
Not for herself, but for her father.
