C152 The Passing Clouds

The past is like a thorn buried in the heart, you won't feel anything if you don't touch it, but once you touch it, you'll feel an unbearable pain and itch.

In fact, Zhang Qilin did not want Yue to say it out loud, because he did not want Yue's scar to be ripped open again, and in front of so many people.

After struggling free from Zhang Qilin's hands, Yue gently kissed Zhang Qilin's face