The cold drink in her hand slipped from the palm of her hand and fell on her feet, her eyes straightened...

For a while, they just maintained the same posture, as if they were sculptures.

"..." The middle-aged man saw her face clearly, his eyes narrowed, remembering something, his face changed, and he turned and ran.

It looks like a debt collector!

"Xiao Ling, what's the matter? Do you know that person?" Yan Shuhan noticed that there was something wrong with her, stretched out her hand and took her arm, and turned her in front of him.

Yi Xiaoling kept her head down, her body trembling, trying hard to stay calm, but couldn't control herself.

"Xiaoling, Xiaoling?" Yan Shuhan frowned, clutching her shoulders with both hands, forcing her to raise her head and look at herself.

"What the **** is going on, talk, don't scare me."

"Brother Han..." Yi Xiaoling was trembling all over, tears began to flow as soon as he spoke.

Recalling the face I saw just now, scenes of familiar scenes constantly appeared before my eyes...

It's like a nightmare, constantly emerging in front of my eyes.

She hugged her shoulders with her hands, her legs were soft and unable to stand, and she squatted down.

"Xiaoling!" Yan Shuhan saw her abnormal appearance, and the man who had just appeared suddenly flashed in his mind.

From that moment on, her reaction was a bit wrong.

Yan Shuhan slapped her sideways, walked toward the bench by the roadside, and put her on the chair, "Do you know the person just now?"

"..." Yi Xiaoling was scared to say nothing, but when he met his black eyes, shaking his body, he nodded hard.

"It has something to do with a year ago?" Yan Shuhan's black eyes darkened, and his thin lips opened slightly.

Yi Xiaoling was startled. He didn't expect him to be so fast, and he thought of things from a year ago.

She promised him that she would face it together and would not hide it from him.

Yi Xiaoling bit her lip, and for a while, she forced a sentence from her throat: "I couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, but vaguely remembered that one of them had a **** mole on the peak of his eyebrow, and His appearance is very similar to the person just now..."

"..." Yan Shuhan's pupil shrank suddenly and got up from the chair.

Take out the phone from his pocket and dial a call.

"Call a group of people over here, and find someone with a mole on the brow peak near here, hurry!"

"Brother Han, did I admit it wrong..." Yi Xiaoling heard his instructions, raised his head in a panic, and grabbed his arm nervously.

She doesn't like herself like this very much.

Cowardly, suspicious, and insecure.

Everything is trembling and needs care.

If she can, she also wants to start over as if nothing happened.

But she can't do...

The people and things around her always reminded her a little bit of everything that happened in the past.

She could not forget that night of a year, nor could she forget the faces of those people.

"I never believe in coincidences. This is what my father said to me. Any abnormal thing must have a reason behind it!" Yan Shuhan picked her up and did not go to Wen Yujia again, but went straight back to Yan. Home manor.

Bring Yi Xiaoling to his room and let her lie down on the bed.

As soon as he touched the bed, Yi Xiaoling got into the quilt and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.

The weather outside was very hot, and her forehead was full of sweat, but her hands were still tightly gripping the quilt.

"Brother Han, I want to go home."