Ye Fan was slightly surprised, not expecting that Chu Mengyao's grandfather was still alive. Surely, he must be very old by now.
The two admired the night view, as the hazy night enveloped them.
They both felt at ease, their expressions tranquil.
"Can I ask you a question?" Ye Fan didn't hesitate. It was as if he blurted it out, wanting to clarify a doubt in his heart. He wanted to understand Mengyao's past, to know what shadows lurked in her heart.
"What is it?" Chu Mengyao asked, widening her eyes in curiosity.
"I heard from Biyao that when you were young, you had an accident, and since then, your temperament changed a lot." Ye Fan inquired earnestly.
