"There is no evidence to prove that Ji Qingrui is dead. [ 】Ye Ye Yanine, I have been investigating this matter, not only Ji Qingrui's whereabouts, but also your life experience. Your admission materials are all forged. From the beginning, you have planned to enter Blue Mountain College."

Lin Luo approached her step by step, her eyes were deep and boundless, and her handsome face had no expression at all.

"I found some things about Ji Qingrui. Her mother Wen Xiaoxian was seduced when she was fourteen years old and was not discovered by her family until she was six months pregnant. Wen Xiaoxian died and refused to reveal who the man was. Her parents felt that she had lost all the face of the Wen family. Wen Xiaoxian was driven out as soon as she gave birth to a child. She lived with some men one after another, and a few years later married a man over 20 years older than her. When Ji Qingrui was eight years old, Wen Xiaoxian and her drunk husband died in a fire. □□ found that Ji Qingrui had signs of abuse, so she was sent to the hospital. At that time, her psychologist happened to be Ji Rongyan."

Ye Ayen's face turned pale in an instant, her fists tightened, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.

She had no way out, and her back was pressed against the wall, and the cold touch came through her thin skirt.

Lin Luowei supported himself on the wall with one hand, leaned over slightly, his soft lips approached Ye Ayin's left ear, and a cold voice floated over like the wind: "Ye Ayin, do you remember that you made up a tragic experience for me, but that experience coincided unexpectedly with Ji Qingrui."

Ye Ayen's heart twitched uncontrollably, and the truth that had been burned by the fire suddenly emerged one by one in her mind.

The drunken man waved the wine bottle and slammed the bruised woman's head. Blood splattered everywhere. The woman wailed and finally fainted. The man lit a cheap cigarette, kicked the woman's soft body away as if nothing had happened, and lay down on the □□.

After a while, he snored like thunder, and half of his cigarette fell on the scattered newspaper, igniting sporadic flames.

The door of the room sounded "click" and was gently locked, and the blazing flames were like bright red poisonous snakes swallowing everything...

The wind was whistling in the evening. A skinny little girl sat on the steps of the green belt downstairs. She held her legs and buried her head deeply between her knees. Tears dripped down, soaking her dirty floral skirt.

Mom, you should go to heaven...

If you go there, you won't suffer any more...

Someone will love you...

Love you like me...

The old images were cruelly turned out from memory, and the pure white world was instantly distorted...

Ye Ayin closed her eyes in pain. After a long time, she turned her face away and spoke slowly: "It's so boring."

She wanted to say it with a smile, but tears couldn't stop sliding down her cheeks and her voice was choked.

The clear eyes seemed to be covered with dark clouds at this time, and the clear water light rippled in the heart of the dark eyes.

But she was still so stubborn, trying hard to pull out a cold curve.

"At this point, do you still want to deny it? Do you want me to take Ji Qingrui's photo and ask Dean Li to check in person!"

Lin Luowei pressed Ye Lingyin's shoulder and forced her to look at him. The tears suddenly hit his eyes.

In an instant, Lin Luowei was shocked by Ye Lingyin's tears. What kind of stubbornness was that?

"Lin Luowei, you said Ji Qingrui is like a joke, right?" Ye Lingyin asked suddenly.
Chapter completed!