"Don't go looking for Xiaoyue, don't go looking for her." Zhen Shuangyan's tears flowed down, and she broke down crying desolately.
"Then, just tell me why."
Seeing her like this, Pei Yiting slightly restrained his toughness but remained persistent in uncovering the truth.
Zhen Shuangyan's strange behavior told him there was a bigger secret inside, far more complex than he had imagined.
However, Zhen Shuangyan only cried with her head down, her voice echoing around the cemetery, mournful and sorrowful.
Pei Yiting didn't urge her, giving Zhen Shuangyan time to prepare herself mentally.
After she calmed down, more than half an hour had passed, and Zhen Shuangyan's collar was soaked with tears, her eyes swollen like walnuts, appearing extremely haggard.
Pei Yiting stood silently beside her, at this time, Zhen Shuangyan let out a bitter smile.
She opened her mouth as if talking to herself. "Actually, it's also good to tell you; it's good for you to know."
