This time, she was so focused on her thoughts that she completely forgot about Murong Wanwan, who had been following her around.
Murong Wan followed her from afar.
Coming to this alley again, Murong Wan's mood was filled with more worries.
Ling Yiyi's high heels made a hollow echo on the green stone floor.
One by one, he looked very lonely.
He took a step forward, and his mood became even more downcast.
When Murong Wan pushed her against the wall, she stopped.
She clearly remembered that she had kicked him hard at that time, and the painful expression on his face under the dim light.
Thinking of this, she smiled inadvertently.
At the same time, she also remembered that the way Murong Wan walked that night was indeed very strange.
Could it be that the marks on his knees were left
