"I never meant to deceive you. After all these years, you still won't even listen to an explanation. My dad... my dad died."
Yan Jingyao froze, then spoke in a completely different voice from before.
"When did he die?"
"In April this year." After saying that, Ling Anyan burst into tears.
"Why are you crying? Even if your father is dead, that won't atone for the crimes you committed back then. Your Ling family will always owe us." With that, Yan Jingyao walked away without looking back.
They never knew what that summer in their first year of junior high had been like. All they knew was that there was no light to be found that summer.
Theme: Angst.
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