Feng Sheng fiddled with Luo Yangyang's soft hair, gently stroking it from time to time.
"Several years."
Feng Sheng sighed.
".."
Luo Yangyang looked at him without blinking, not wanting to interrupt his train of thought.
Even if Feng Sheng did not say it, she could feel it.
Whether it was him, Ya Quan, or Chun Yucheng, from the way they cared about Mo An, they knew that Mo An's sister was very important to them.
"Ten years ago, Mo Yi took a bullet for me and couldn't be saved."
Feng Sheng flipped over and laid flat again. His cold eyes flickered as he recalled the past.
Time passed quickly. Now that he thought about it, it was almost ten years ago.
At that time, he was not even twenty years old. To him, watching his companion leave helplessly was a huge blow.
".."
Luo Yangyang could clearly feel that Feng Sheng was in low spirits.
That person was called Mo Yi?
Or was it to take a bullet for him…