No One Can Eat Good Fruit

Shi Hanmo stopped in front of Su Qinglian, looked at the woman for a long time, and called out softly: "Lian, are you alright?"

The man's deep and melodious voice echoed in the air, giving people an inexplicable feeling of security.

Seeing that Su Qinglian did not react, Shi Hanmo let out a low sigh and sat next to the woman. He raised his hand to bring the woman's skinny figure into his embrace, but when he was halfway through raising his hand, he stopped in midair and slowly lowered it.

"You didn't want to tell me anything?"

After a long while, Su Qinglian spoke up. His voice was extremely cold, as if a cold wind had blown past December. Shi Hanmo, who was used to seeing big waves, also felt his heart tremble.

It was only many years later that Shi Hanmo found out that his reaction was called heartache.

"Did Bai Mufeng not explain it to you clearly? He saw what happened that night. I didn't lie at all! "