Lu Weiyan?
Nan Yan's hand suddenly shrank, thinking of those days in captivity, she couldn't help but feel cold all over.
She clenched her hand tightly, forced herself to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "Lu Weiyan, where are you now?"
…
The next day.
Five years ago today, a fire took away Lin Xiwei's life.
Nan Yan changed into a long black dress and tied her hair up with a wooden hairpin.
She held a bouquet of carnations in her hands.
The cemetery was quiet and solemn, and Nan Yan walked forward silently.
Over the past five years, she had even imagined this scene countless times. Now, she could finally come to see her mother.
But as he got closer, a familiar figure appeared in his sight.
Nan Yan was startled for a moment, then subconsciously walked forward.
High heels make a crisp clanking sound on the stone pavement.
Ye He turned around, and the woman in his sight was so bright and moving that even she, a woman, was a little lost in thought.
But Nan Yan also stopped suddenly.
Ye He glanced at her warily, paused, and then asked tentatively: "Have we met somewhere?"
She didn't know why, but she always felt that this woman's eyes were very familiar.
However, Ye He couldn't remember where they had met before.
Because this face had never appeared in her memory.
Nan Yan's fingers trembled slightly. She wanted to tell Ye He right now who she was, but she couldn't.
Thinking of this, she was silent for a moment and then said: "My...name is Alina."
Alina?
Ye He was startled, suddenly thought of something, and the smile on his lips became even more sarcastic.
"So you are Alina. It was Lu Huaijing who asked you to come back and treat Song Yihuan, right?"
Whenever Ye He thinks of that woman, he can't hide the hatred in his eyes.
Nan Yan was startled, lowered her eyelashes in despair, and said, "Yes, you are...?"
Ye He didn't bother to talk to people like her, and just turned to look at the two tombstones in front of him.
Nan Yan followed her line of sight, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Because, in the photo of the tombstone, it was none other than Lin Xiwei and Nan Yan.
They actually buried her and her mother together?
Ye He's eyes became even sadder.
She gently wiped Nan Yan's photo with her hand, and then said mockingly: "My name is Ye He, and the person lying here is my best friend..."
His voice was choked unconsciously, and the smile on Ye He's lips deepened.
"I still don't believe that her death had nothing to do with Song Yihuan."
She said, turning to look at Nan Yan.
"I'm really sorry, Miss Alina. It's not that I want to be hostile to you. It's just that I hate Song Yihuan and Lu Huaijing. These two people are deeply hateful to me. Naturally, I won't like you who were invited to treat your illness. I only hope that Song Yihuan will be the best." I won’t be able to stand up for the rest of my life!”
Ye He's words instantly made Nan Yan's heart feel sour.
Because Ye He should be the only person in this world now, besides her, who still remembers her hatred, right?
How difficult must it have been for her in the past five years?
Nan Yan couldn't help but want to step forward to comfort him, but when she saw Ye He's alert and unfamiliar eyes, she suddenly came back to reality.
"Sorry..." Nan Yan apologized belatedly.
But Ye He has already begun to doubt.
She looked up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked half puzzled: "Miss Alina, are you also here to mourn your late friend?"
If he was tempted, Nan Yan had to find an excuse.
"I am also a doctor. My... family members once had some old friends with Ms. Lin, so I just happened to come to visit..."
This excuse is lame, but Nan Yan really can't think of a better reason now.
Fortunately, Ye He had no doubts.
He just laughed sarcastically and said, "Alina, you should have gone abroad a long time ago, right? I'm afraid, if it weren't for us, they would have been forgotten long ago..."
Ye He's words made Nan Yan's heart hurt even more.
But now the time is not yet ripe, so she can only endure it.
Nan Yan slowly placed the flowers in front of Lin Xiwei's tombstone.
Seeing this, Ye He finally couldn't hold himself back any longer, and exhaled a heavy breath before saying: "Miss Alina, let me advise you, that Song Yihuan is not a good person at all. If you really still miss the relationship with Aunt Lin, As a matter of fact, please stop treating her."
Nan Yan's heart stung, but the feeling like a light on her back forced her to say things that were against her will.
"Ms. Ye, I am a doctor, and I am not very familiar with Dr. Lin. I don't know the grudges between them. I only know how to treat illnesses and save people..."
As soon as these words were spoken, Nan Yan keenly caught a hint of disappointment on Ye He's face.
"Haha, it seems that I am overthinking it. Miss Alina is the same person as them."
Ye He said this and turned around to leave.
Nan Yan watched her leave, slowly took out her sunglasses from her pocket and put them on.
She stood steadily in front of the tombstone for a long time before turning around.
Outside the cemetery, a black Maybach was parked quietly under a camphor tree.
Nan Yan walked forward slowly, faced the black car window, took out her lipstick, traced her lips carefully, and then——
He raised his hand and tapped it lightly with his knuckles.
The car window rolled down, revealing a handsome and handsome face.
Nan Yan raised the corners of her lips, and her sunglasses covered her eyes completely.
The man's dark eyes were as sharp as knives, but they did not prevent the woman from showing a bright smile.
"Miss Alina, you are really smart." His voice was cold.
After all, today is the anniversary of Lin Xiwei's death. Meeting a special person at this special time would be difficult not to arouse his suspicion.
Nan Yan smiled, with a somewhat mocking tone:
"Mr. Lu, it's not that I'm smart, it's that you are too high-profile. Please switch to a cheaper car next time you follow someone. Or, if you are interested, you can directly ask for my contact information."
Nan Yan said, taking out his business card directly from his pocket and putting it to his lips.
After lightly printing, a sexy red lip print appeared.
After lightly throwing the business card into Lu Huaijing's car, Nan Yan waved her hand.
"If anything happens, just call me!"
Nan Yan gestured and walked towards his red Porsche.
The roar of the engine roared past.
Swaggering through the streets.
The dust raised made Ji Li, who was sitting in the cab, frown.
"Sir, are you really sure that she is related to Mrs....?"
After all, Gu Nanyan is such a low-key and pure person, and this woman's personality is completely different from hers.
Lu Huaijing rubbed the business card in his hand, and a hint of coldness flashed across his dark eyes.
"Have you found any results about what I asked you to investigate?"
