“Sister…” Yan Jiaojiao screamed, interrupting her words, afraid she would say the things she had done. If it were before, Mom might not believe her, but after last time, Mom's guilt towards her had reached an unfathomable level.,"I saw all your photos in Xiaoji's room drawer while I was helping her tidy up. She didn't tell you about that, did she",In the cramped, confined carriage, Gu Chenye and she looked at each other. Neither spoke, then after a moment, the man extended his hand towards her...。