No matter what she had turned into, he would be able to recognize the little girl in the photo even if she had turned into smoke.
He had a premonition that this message would be deleted in seconds, so he had cut it off in advance.
She had only taken a screenshot because she wanted to save everything related to su ye.
Now, the answer to all the mysteries happened to be in this screen.
Lei Jie =L.
Su also =Y.
And Y was none other than the girl who had died an unnatural death forty years ago, Wanwan.
This made sense. No wonder su could draw the exact same painting as the one in his grandfather's study at Wang Qingshen's welcoming banquet.
It was originally drawn by someone else.
Bo Yunli exhaled slowly. He was a person who was very good at hiding his emotions, but at this moment, when he looked at the little girl's photo, the bottom of his eyes flickered, as if it was covered with a layer of secret and joy.
