Just two hours ago, Luo Yichen received an anonymous text message: [Luo Yichen, what's the feeling of being desperate?]
The last signature of this message is Ling Feng.
At the moment of seeing the name, Luo Yichen's Dark Jade eyes suddenly tightened, and his fingertips trembled.
So, in fact, Ling Feng... Didn't die that night ten years ago. Not only did he not die, but he lived on in the world and regarded his family as enemies. Over the years, he has been dormant in a dark corner to accumulate his strength, waiting for the day of revenge against them.
With trembling fingers, Luo Yichen typed a short line of text on the mobile phone screen: [what do you really want.]
Ling Feng's message soon came back: [I don't want to do anything, but I want to watch your family go to destruction step by step and despair step by step. Meet me and you will know more things you don't know.]
Luo Yichen's eyes fell heavily on the mobile phone screen, and finally fixed on the words "destruction" and "despair"
When he came to the appointed place, a long black figure stood under the dim street lamp, which seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.
It was a man in black clothes and a black cap with his hands in his trouser pockets.
He stood with his back to the direction of Luo Yichen, and the street lamp cast his cold shadow on the ground, which looked strange in the cold winter night.
Luo Yichen secretly clenched his fist and walked towards him step by step. A cold wind blew and disordered his bangs, revealing his dark Phoenix eyes like the night.
As if he was aware of his approach, the man turned slowly, slowly, like a slow shot of a movie, and finally fixed in a suffocating moment.
Gu Mochen! Luo Yichen's heart pounded, and the things that had happened before were fast forward in his mind like movie pictures. Everything seems to have an answer
Catching the shock that flashed in his eyes, Gu Mochen's dark eyes sank, and the corners of his mouth recalled a cold arc: "Luo Yichen, don't you recognize me? We used to be the best playmates in childhood."
Luo Yichen's lips closed tightly, and his feet stopped about one meter away from him. He didn't speak, just looked at him with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate him.
In front of this man's face, the facial features are so ordinary that it can't leave any impression.
The plain facial features are not the same as the boy in my memory. If the only similarity between him and the young man is the pair of eyes that have insight into everything and seem to be observing and examining others all the time.
Luo Yichen's clenched fists were tighter and tighter: that day, when he first saw him in the auditorium, he keenly caught the familiar breath from him. However, he could not connect any shadow in his memory.
Until I met him again in the hotel elevator, the sleeping memory was awakened in an instant. However, that was only his guess.
Afterwards, he also asked someone to explore Gu Mochen's details on several occasions, but he found nothing in the end. Now think about it, Gu Mochen should have been on guard and disguised all his data as watertight.
"Surprised?" Gu Mochen seemed very satisfied with his reaction, and the radian of the corner of his mouth gradually deepened. "I had cosmetic surgery as early as a few years ago. By the way, I changed my name..."