Hearing Zhao Xiaoyu's crying, Song Yan felt more self-reproach and said, "Xiaoyu, don't worry, I'm all right now."

"Tell me where you are then."

In seclusion, Song Yan felt Zhao Xiaoyu's tone was somewhat coquettish.

"I'm on my way to the city library."

"Wait for me there, I'll be right over."

Listening to the phone's blind voice, Song Yan seems to see a fiery figure.

As soon as the taxi was near the library, Song Yan saw a girl standing there looking forward. Song Yan had good eyesight. Even if he was several meters apart, he could see clearly the look on the girl's face, expecting, uneasy, guilty...

And the...