hen comparing it to his childhood sweetheart's obviously aged features, he felt anger and regret. Originally, these best things should have been enjoyed by his childhood sweetheart, but fate had twis.... Rong Ling held the paper, not giving it to her. She reached out herself to take it. Rong Ling's fingers tightened slightly, gripping the paper.Lin Meng raised her eyes, coldly looking at him, spitti...