"Yangyang, it's been five years, why don't you go back?"
"..."
"Have you really forgotten Qin Lengyue?"
"Miaomiao, I..."
"You can't forget it, right?"
He Nuanyang lowered her head and said nothing. The ink-colored water spread down, covering her overly beautiful eyes.
All the emotions in.
"He has returned to China." Feng Miaomiao sighed.