Mu Anran gritted her teeth and approached, gripping her wrist tightly, "Lin Guanguan, stop the madness. My brother has been bedridden for three years, and just three months ago, he was hanging on his last breath with an oxygen tank. How could he possibly appear in City C now?"
Lin Guanguan cried almost to the point of fainting.
Yet, in her beautiful eyes, there was unwavering determination.
That face, she would never forget in her lifetime.
Even though it was just a partial view of his side face, she could recognize him at a glance.
That man was the god she worshiped in her heart, how could she possibly recognize him wrongly?
Lin Guanguan clenched her teeth, broke free from Mu Anran's grasp, and said word by word, "I need to find him."
But she had hardly taken two steps when suddenly, everything went black before her eyes, and her whole body went limp and fell forward.
"Guanguan!"
