Ruan Mengmeng remained silent.
When he got home, he went to bed with a blank expression, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.
She hugged her legs as she lay on the bed. She was clearly not the type to cry, but her mind was filled with the bits and pieces of time she spent with her sister since she was young.
Her sister was so good, so powerful, so outstanding, Yingluo.
Why did the accident happen and the one who died was her sister?
If it was possible, ruan Mengmeng would rather be the one to replace her sister.
The young girl sat on the bed, her mood extremely low. She had even forgotten that she had agreed to li junyu's birthday tonight.
After coaxing the girl for a long time, he still couldn't get her to say a word.
For the first time in his life, this man, who was extremely calm and confident about everything, felt that it was difficult to coax people.
Li junyu lowered his head and looked at 'li Sansui', who was squatting by his feet.
