She has a completely different personality than she did back then.

Back then, she was sunny and cheerful, with excellent morals and academics.

Now she is introverted and reticent.

It wasn't until he had been stalking him for several months that she was finally moved and agreed to date him.

He was extremely happy that day, as if everything was back to the past.

He cherished the lost love so much that he even changed his eldest young master's temper and worked hard to be kind to her and please her.

But within a few days, she suddenly became awkward again.

From time to time, he would have a cold war with himself, and his eyes would become colder and colder.

In order to anger her, he even deliberately brought other women to her.

But she was obviously jealous, but she suppressed her temper and said blessings.

Recently, she suddenly disappeared again.

He panicked, just like he did back then, searching for her all over the world.

I searched for three whole days but couldn't find anyone and couldn't get through on the phone.

She disappeared from his world again.

At this moment, the arrogant young master held his head and was in great pain: "I feel like I am going to lose her again."

"No!" He suddenly raised his eyes, with a hint of moisture in his scarlet eyes, "I can't lose her again! I want to find her, and she won't even think about dumping me again!"

Sang Feiwan asked repeatedly: "What is the name of the person you are looking for?"

The young master said: "Ling Yanyan, didn't I just say that?"

Sang Feiwan said: "If it is Ling Yanyan, she is already dead. She died ten years ago, so it is impossible to find her again."

The young master was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "You are talking nonsense! She was obviously alive and well, and she was still with me three days ago...three days ago. It was only because I made her angry that she left me."

The more he spoke, the angrier he became: "I asked you to help me find someone, and I didn't ask you to talk nonsense here!"

Sang Feiwan said: "I never lie. If the person you are looking for is your first love Ling Yanyan, then she is indeed dead. As for the person you saw ten years later, are you sure she is really Ling Yanyan?"

The young master's eyes widened in shock. He still wanted to refute, but his heart was pounding, giving him an inexplicable bad feeling.

He couldn't help but recall every moment after the reunion:

When they first met, the way she looked at him was so unfamiliar, as if she really didn't recognize him.

The change in her personality, her cold attitude towards herself...

He always felt that she was a cold and cruel woman.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered that if she was really not Ling Yanyan, then all her previous reactions would be explained.

The young master sat down on the chair, his mind was a mess.

He seemed to have figured out some things, but when he tried to straighten things out, he felt it was so messed up that he couldn't figure it out.

"If she is not Yanyan, then who is she?"

"Why did she acquiesce when I called her Yanyan?"

"Did she deliberately pretend to be Yanyan to deceive me?"

"Why did she lie to me? For money?"

"Where is my Yanyan? Where has she gone?"

"The real Ling Yanyan is dead." Sang Feiwan repeated.

"If she is not Yanyan, then who is she?!" the young master roared and asked.

Sang Feiwan said: "If the person you are looking for is the later Miss Ling, I will give you an address. She will appear there at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. She can also answer all the questions in your mind. open."

With that said, she sent an address to Lao Mu in a private message.

When the young master saw the private message address, his pupils trembled slightly, and he immediately stood up and was about to leave.

Lao Mu hurriedly grabbed him: "Master, the anchor said that Miss Ling won't show up until ten o'clock tomorrow morning. It's midnight... Why don't you go back and take a nap before going?"

The young master said: "I can't sleep, I'm going now! At worst, I'll just wait there all night!"

Lao Mu said with a sad face: "But I'm sleepy... Young Master..."

The young master had already walked away, and an urging voice came faintly: "Old Mu, what are you waiting for? Go drive! Don't you want the salary?"

Lao Mu sighed: "My hair is going to fall out again tonight."

The young master was urging him, but he didn't dare to disobey. He hurriedly paid the hexagram fee and logged off before he could say goodbye.

[Sympathize with Lao Mu for a second, and the rest...]

[Anchor, what exactly is going on? Is Ling Yanyan really dead? 】

[Real or fake White Moonlight? Ah, I have already imagined a bunch of novel plots in my head! 】

[Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, can you have a live broadcast so that we can all watch the follow-up? 】

[I can’t wait until tomorrow morning, I want to hear the inside story from Wanwan! 】

When it comes to other people's privacy, Sang Feiwan did not reveal too much, but directly selected the fans who connected with the last hexagram.

……

The address that Sang Feiwan sent Lao Mu in a private message was in another place. Lao Mu drove a luxury car for more than three hours and finally arrived at the destination.

It's half past two in the morning.

Lao Mu raised his head and looked at the big black characters "Zizhu Cemetery" in front of him, and couldn't help feeling a little numb.

"Master, it's still early. You should go back to the car and have a rest. It won't be too late to go back up tomorrow morning."

"No, I'm going up now!"

"Now? But the door is closed?"

"Climb over."

"...Isn't it appropriate to climb the cemetery gate in the middle of the night? Hey, Master, come down and be careful..."

Finally, after a lot of trouble, the two of them entered the cemetery.

They walked up the mountain trail.

Tombstones stood on both sides, silent in the dark night.

Their owners are all passers-by in the world, coming and going, leaving behind cold tombstones to prove that they have lived a good life.

The young master's steps are slowly slowing down at this moment. Every step he takes brings him one step closer to the truth, but fear also arises from this.

He was afraid that Sang Feiwan's prediction would come true and he was afraid of seeing Ling Yanyan's cold tombstone.

No, Yanyan won't die, won't die!

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and turned into the fourth area of ​​the cemetery.

"Master, be careful, it's dark here!"

Lao Mu thoughtfully turned on the flashlight for him and illuminated the path under his feet.

"Master, we found it, it's this cemetery!"

When Lao Mu's flashlight shined on the tombstone.

When he took a look at the photo on the tombstone, the young master's expression changed drastically. He rushed over and looked at it again and again in disbelief.

In the photo, the girl's face is still a little immature, she has two ponytails and is wearing a dark blue school uniform.

This photo used to be on Ling Yanyan’s student ID card, but now it appears on the cold tombstone!

Below the photo, there is a line of small characters written with her name and the dates of her birth and death.

The dates of birth and death clearly show that she only lived 16 years!

Yanyan, his Yanyan really died ten years ago!

But why did Yanyan die suddenly?

Yan Yan died ten years ago, so who will be "Yan Yan" ten years from now?

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