The two of them didn't say anything, yet there was a sense of tacit understanding.
After taking her phone, Yan Ye directly opened the call log.
Today, aside from Yun Duoduo's call, there was only his.
Yan Ye had looked into Yun Duoduo because Lian Xinying asked her to be a bridesmaid.
This woman had a weak heart and had always been a sheltered flower; the relationships around her were simple, and it was almost inconceivable that she would know about the music box.
"Yan Ye, why are you looking at my phone?" Lian Xinying asked with an innocent face.
Yan Ye handed her phone back and said indifferently, "You've been very strange tonight."
"Not at all! Haven't I been telling you that I keep dreaming about my dad?" Lian Xinying put away her phone and wrapped her arm around his, resting her little head on his shoulder, feeling utterly content.
Yan Ye's face merged with the tranquil and dusky night sky.
How much longer could this secret be hidden?
