Ding Yiyi felt someone standing behind her. She took off her headphones and turned around. "Xiaoya, what's wrong?"

Dua put her hands on her chest, a few steps away from her, and did not want her to see the expression on her face clearly. When she heard the question, she seemed to wake up like a dream. Her body shook. "No, nothing, nothing."

Watching her leave in a hurry, Ding Yiyi had to turn around and listen to the recording again. At last, she heard a man's voice. She recognized the man named Du Qiang.

"Oda, people say that marriage is the tomb of love, perhaps because they did not...