"Why... are you so nervous?" There was a trace of complexity and suspicion in Liang Shaochen's eyes.
Xia Xiaonuan smiled, "Nothing... I just feel surprised... that such coincidences exist in the world."
"Yes..." Liang Shaochen sighed, seemingly speaking casually:
"Just like last time, when everyone couldn't find me, you... were able to find me in the church."
Xia Xiaonuan's heart was in turmoil, for a moment, she didn't know how to respond.
Liang Shaochen still asked.
"May I ask... how did you think of going there?"
Xia Xiaonuan thought of Nangong Zhongli.
Then thought of Nangong Yaoling.
Thought of her own identity.
She slightly bit her lower lip.
"I saw on TV before that the church is a very sacred place, and people whose hearts are wounded often like to go there to heal... I told the driver to go to the church..."
