If the tragic death of Jiang Xue was the starting point of Xiao Ming's life turning a corner, then meeting Bai Yiran in prison was the beginning of everything he has today.
Just as he had said before, to him, Bai Yiran was no different from a father.
Therefore, if there was any way at all, he also didn't want to lie to the old man.
"Yes! A dream that lasted for twenty years."
Still looking Bai Yiran in the eyes, Xiao Ming said, "To be precise, I only know your hobbies, habits, and everything you own, but nothing about your past.
In fact, the possibility that you knew my mother before I met Ye Jin'an was just a suspicion of mine."
Bai Yiran's eyebrows furrowed deeply as he took out a bottle of yellow wine from the plastic bag, unscrewed it, and took a big gulp straight from the bottle, "Didn't I tell you your origins in the dream?"
"No. You didn't even mention who your enemy was; just before dying, you only said one word, 'Ye'."