"She's been studying at the party school for a while and won't be back until the end of the year,"
Chu Ting responded.
Speaking of Long Chengyu eased his expression somewhat and said indifferently, "She called me a few days ago. These years have been hard on the girl."
"Don't worry, she has recovered over the years. That incident, actually, can't be blamed... However, these years, she seems to have been continually searching for that person,"
Chu Ting said, furrowing his eyebrows.
Long Chengyu's gaze darkened for a moment. He lifted his hand, drained the glass of wine, and did not continue the topic, but elegantly picked up his chopsticks instead.
Chu Ting and Qin Jifeng exchanged a look and also did not continue.
...
The night deepened, moonlight cold as frost.
In the glow of the chilly moon, inside a luxurious villa,
Fan Lingjue was sitting in the living room with a dark face, the left side of his handsome face swollen high, the palm print still clearly visible.
