Lin Fenghua sold the only profitable massage bed in the family. It didn't cost much, and she didn't care about that money. Since Yi Yao jumped into the river, she realized that the torment over the years turned out to be mutual.
All she can think about now is giving Yi Yao a good life. She burned Yi Yao's only school uniform, some books that were graffitied by bullies, and all the smudges of the past 18 years.
Move.
Yes, moving.
From the day everyone thought Yi Yao died, no one came in or out of Yi Yao's house again.
Not long after, Qi Ming, the boy who grew up with Yi Yao, also moved. He put a bunch of flowers on the dusty window
He still remembered that he could hear the sound of Yi Yao cooking and calling her mother to eat at home every day at meal time. He thought that he would probably never hear it again in the future.
He still left, he wanted to move to that high-end community, and when he opened the window, he could see the big river.
Gu Senxi transferred schools, and he had to cheer up.
My name is Gu Senxi, and the sun hits the west that comes out of the west.
Yi Yao, did you hear me?
