Xia Xiaonuan heard Nangong Zhongli's words and stumbled back a step.
Yun supported her and observed her complexion, asking, "Young lady, are you okay?"
Xia Xiaonuan's face was pale, her heart trembling.
Her mind went blank for a few seconds before she muttered, seemingly casually, "How is that possible... then... how did the girl die?"
"It's said she died in a plane crash... it was that plane M127 that disappeared some time ago..." Nangong Zhongli, in a state of extreme panic, didn't think too much and directly said everything she knew when Xia Xiaonuan asked.
Plane crash...
Xia Xiaonuan's face turned whiter inch by inch.
He knew, he finally knew.
It turns out he had never forgotten about her.
She had thought Nan Mo had long forgotten her, otherwise, he wouldn't be so close to Nangong Zhongli.
It turns out, she had misunderstood.
In his heart, he had never once forgotten her.
At that moment, Xia Xiaonuan's heart didn't know what to feel.
