After dinner, Ding Yiyi and Ye Nianmo drove away and the car was quiet.

Ye Nianmo suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand, which was so cold.

"read ink." Ding Yiyi opened her mouth. She didn't know how to say it, but she felt it necessary to mention it.

There was nobody on the road. Ye Nianmo held the steering wheel in one hand and looked straight ahead, but his voice was soft. "Don't ask."

Ding Yiyi did not ask any more questions. She knew that it would not bear fruit, but her heart was getting colder and colder. She said with difficulty, "You and Ye Miao are my favorite...