Beauty and white hair

Recalling this, uncle hai sighed in his heart.

Li Yanyu's hair had turned white overnight. It was something that would only happen in television dramas, but it was actually happening in reality.

It was the most tragic color uncle hai had ever seen in his life.

At that time, li Yanyu was only in her twenties.

If love could see blood, love could seal the throat. At the age of a flower, it withered just like that.

It was said that she had given li Sinian's ashes to an old friend in Jiang city and disappeared without a trace. No matter how many people Mr. Yuan sent out over the years, there was no news of her.

"She must still be alive, right?"

Uncle hai heard Yuan shaojing mumble to himself, but he didn't know if he was asking him or asking himself.

"No news is sometimes the best news."

Yuan shaojing sat there in a daze, his eyes a little dazed.

"Yes, Mr. Yuan," Uncle hai replied in a deep voice.