"I'll go get this," Li Zhiwei told Ye Tianxin and left.
Ye Tianxin closed her eyes and thought of the 'Ning' in her mother's diary.
She did not know why she had suddenly thought of him when she saw the name 'Ning' on Li Zhiwei's phone.
Perhaps the movie about Ying Tao and Zhou Hong had planted such thoughts in her mind.
Ye Tianxin wrote the word 'Ning' on the wooden surface of the table subconsciously.
Who was the Ning in her mother's diary?
What was Ning's full name? Was his surname Ning? Or was it a character in his name?
"Tianxin, are you okay? Was I too stern earlier?" Li Zhiwei asked, worried.
She then reached out to touch Ye Tianxin's forehead when she sat down beside Ye Tianxin.
Ye Tianxin clutched her chest. She felt that there were many things that could not be explained.
But what exactly were they?
She could not tell. She felt that no words could perfectly describe them.
