C277 Matchmaking feast
"Miss Song, Miss Song."
Under the repeated shouts of others, Song Huaishuang came back to her senses. She bit her lip in frustration and looked apologetically at the gentle and refined man in front of her. "Sorry, I ran away."
That day, even to the very end, she could not pry out the answer from Yue Jinnan's mouth.
She had thought that everything would dissipate with the passing of time