"Lin Yan?" Lu Chenyuan was exceedingly serious.
Qiao Yu had no expectations that someone as ruthless as Lu Chenyuan would be kind and pleasant to others.
Whenever Lu Mingxun mentioned Lu Chenyuan back in the day, there was always fear in his eyes, and their brotherly bond was mediocre.
"I'm not curious why you came here, but I'm wondering why Lin Yan would follow you. She's not suitable." Qiao Yu didn't want history to repeat itself, with the tragedy befalling Lin Yan.
Back then, after her man had died, there were always some lustful men in the village eyeing her.
At that time, Lin Yan was attending a boarding school in the county, and on weekend afternoons, she and Lin Yan would take a bus into the city.
The nightmare began halfway through the journey.
She was harassed by a fellow passenger, who even tried to drag her off the bus and into the cornfields.
