Xiao Ning’s lips trembled. She had only said a few words when she suddenly realized that she could not explain things clearly to Fu Qingyun.
Was she supposed to tell him that just now, when she was staring at his beautiful thin lips and uttering those gentle words, out of the corner of her eye, she saw another man’s extremely cold face under the moonlight outside the window!
The face of her youngest uncle, Bai Yeyuan!
Although it was fleeting, her seemingly elegant but actually cold face could not be erased for the rest of her life.
“You, what did you see?”Fu Qingyun instinctively felt that there was something wrong with her emotions.
Xiao Ning’s slender fingers clenched into fists and placed them by her side. She said softly, “It’s... It’s nothing. I’m probably a little tired after walking for a whole day. My brain isn’t clear anymore...”
She could not explain.
How was she going to tell Fu Qingyun that she saw her dead uncle?
