After hearing Li Xiaoqiang's words, Dong Bing maintained her silence. She hadn't expected such a frivolous man to hold a special place in his heart for a woman, to still have such trouble letting go of the girl who had once appeared in his life. It seemed that the exterior of a person really was different from their inner world.
Could it really be as he said? That she had no right to understand his inner world?
Dong Bing looked at Li Xiaoqiang's resolute profile, her mind filled with thoughts. That high school girl of his, if she knew that this man was still heartbroken over her, would surely feel very consoled, wouldn't she?
Dong Bing pursed her cherry lips tightly and stared at Li Xiaoqiang, "Did she... did she die?"
Li Xiaoqiang bowed his head and nodded slightly.
Hearing this, Dong Bing looked at Li Xiaoqiang with an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
