Mother Lin also heard it, but she was not so clear. She thought it was her ear problem, but when Lao Lin said this, she felt a little palpitations.

"It's not a thief, is it?"

Before Dad Lin was about to walk into the dark corner to check, Mother Lin pulled Dad Lin's hand, held it and walked quickly into the bright corridor, while whispering,

"What are you doing! Xianxian is at home alone!"

"I'll go and have a look..."

"What's so good about it!"

“…”

---

In the hidden dark corner---

A reporter man covered his back of his forehead with grievance and looked at his partner beside him. How could he know that the camera pattern had changed? The sound of taking the photo just now didn't touch his heart.

The disease was scared...

Young Dong of Ling’s family pays homage to his future father-in-law and mother-in-law?!

Such a powerful revelation, if he messes up, the job of this Chinese entertainment paparazzi will definitely not be guaranteed! His future will be destroyed~~

...

A reporter man hugged the SLR that had captured countless explosive shots in his arms. While panting silently with fear, he was smiling very much on his face. The partner next to him couldn't help but look at him.

"Retreat."

As he said that, two thief shadows floated away decisively.

...

When Mom Lin saw all the headlines tomorrow, she sat on her sofa and patted her thighs, and shouted in shock.

"Lao Lin, it turns out that the sound of the camera yesterday was the sound of the camera!

But……"

In the room, it was pitch black.

A slender and petite body leaned against the cold door behind her back and slid down little by little, falling to the ground.

...

The bright white moonlight clearly has the nobleness of the moon goddess, but it gives this darkness a deeper and cooler color.

Xianxian curled up, hugging her legs helplessly, and her soft chin was pressing heavily against her thin knees, which made her painful...

The tears that slid down along the beautiful face shape of the eyes, dripping onto the floor with a "bar" sound, adding an indelible and endless sadness to the cold air.

The phone in his hand slowly reached to his ear, pressing against the cochlea,

"Xiaomi, you said, am I still in love with him?"

On the phone ----

Gu Yimi, who had been listening quietly, crying with her best friend, had a gentle voice like nectar, clear and clean, but with the power that makes people implement.

"Xianxian, what do you think?"

Although Gu Yimi is just a bystander, she can see Xiaoxian’s love clearly than anyone else.

Jiang Yifan, the man who deeply hurt Xiaoxian, betrayed love, and in such a dirty way, he did not deserve the forgiveness of Xianxian.

...

"I don't know, I don't think I love him anymore. But---

Why, why has it been so long... so long... when I think of him, my heart still hurts so much... so much..."

The pain made her meridians in her body beating hard and hard.

Gu Yimi wiped away the sad tears from her face, and a firmness shone in her tone.

"Xianxian, you don't love him anymore."

Lin Xuanxian's finger holding the phone suddenly tightened her finger unconsciously, muttering yellow voice,

"Then why..."

"Xianxian, what you think of is not that person, but that hurt.
Chapter completed!