"Ye Feng, thank you..."
As Ye Feng had just approached, Ma Xiaofan's words sounded, after which she turned her head, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Ye Feng.
Ma Xiaofan's delicate face was extremely refined, her perfect features as if meticulously sculpted by nature itself, stunningly beautiful, intoxicatingly so.
Especially now, the bright moonlight shining through the window upon her made her appear like a goddess under the moon, unspeakably beautiful.
Ye Feng sighed inwardly, he knew, he had guessed right, Ma Xiaofan was indeed one of the orphans he had once saved.
"How did you find me?"
Ye Feng couldn't believe that he and Ma Xiaofan had coincidentally entered the same school, coincidentally studied the same major, and even more coincidentally became desk mates!
All this had been either planned or carefully prepared by Ma Xiaofan.
"Ye Feng, that little girl from three years ago is dead, she died when she ate the bread soaked in her father's blood!"
