Ning Li lowered her head slightly and did not speak.
She had not expected Lu Huaiyu to say this.
Ning Haizhou had been in prison for ten years, while she and her grandmother had lived together for those same ten years.
During those years, Ning Haizhou had almost been a taboo subject that could not be mentioned in the family.
That drunken accident that had led to the death of someone was like a nightmare that had haunted them for years, and they could not get rid of it.
She played with Lu Huaiyu's hands.
They were long and slender, with distinct knuckles.
This man had been born cold and noble. The heavens seemed to favor him especially, that even his hands were so good-looking.
He was like the bright moon in the clouds, hard to reach.
Now, however, he had said that he would go to see Ning Haizhou with her.
Ning Li could barely imagine it.
Her lips moved, wanting to refuse.
