"I really want to know how you met Qingqing."
She whispered softly, like speaking words of love to her lover. But Yin Han's heart didn't feel the slightest tenderness. He was frightened and trembling in her eyes, and even his own anger and sadness were weak and pitiful. His face was pale, his mouth was clenched, and his expression seemed to remain calm, but his feet, which were no longer stable, were shaking his figure.
"But..." Ye Shangqi said blankly, and then said: "Forget it."
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