Ye Ning's voice was slightly choked as she shook her head and responded, "It's nothing, that older brother has died. Ten years ago, a car accident!"
The dim streetlight, shattered, sprinkled on Ye Ning's fair and handsome cheeks, casting the melancholy of lilac flowers.
The whooshing night breeze swept by, lifting the strands of hair at her temple. Her eyes, moist, let fall glistening tears, which tugged at one's heartstrings.
Seeing this, Wang Hao felt somewhat uncomfortable. He wanted to give her a hug, but hesitated for a moment and then restrained himself.
"Car accident, ten years ago," he pondered over these two crucial words in his mind.
Subconsciously, Wang Hao glanced again out of the corner of his eye, sizing up Ye Ning. However, he couldn't find the shadow of the past.
It had to be just a coincidence, he thought to himself secretly.
After a silent pause, Wang Hao, weighing his words, asked tentatively, "Ye Ning, where does your family live?"
