Xia Changyue's crystal eyes flashed slightly, as if recalling his childhood.

When she was very young, the Xia family was not very rich, and at that time, their family of three lived in a very ordinary apartment on Sunshine Street.

Her favorite thing to do is fold paper airplanes.

Because her father told her to make a wish on a paper airplane and fly out, and the paper plane could fly into the sky with her wish......

At that time, she was young, and she didn't know that her father was coaxing her, so she folded a paper airplane hard, but she saw her paper airplane fall to the ground, thinking that the angel had rejected her wish, and she cried sadly.

"Where do you live?" Yang Muya's body was stunned, and she suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Xia Changyue's arm hard.

"Then do you know a man named Wei Qingsi? He was tall, handsome, gentlemanly-looking, and fond of opera and stage plays...... By the way, his favorite is the last stage play you wrote to me! ”

"Ms. Yang, what's wrong with you?" Xia Changyue was caught by her, her arm was numb, and she looked at Yang Muya, who had no demeanor and became a little crazy, in some astonishment.

"You answer my question first!"

"I don't know any Wei Qingsi, when my family lived in Sunshine Street, I was only a few years old, and I remember very few things, and I don't know who you are talking about."

Xia Changyue's palm-sized little face turned white, endured the pain, and answered her question first.

In the next second, I saw Yang Muya wilting like a deflated ball.

"I don't know...... I really don't know ......."

Yang Muya's eyes were red, her hands were loosened, and her arms hung weakly to her side.

"Are you alright?" Xia Changyue saw that she was deeply shocked, and didn't care about her sore arm, so she hurriedly reached out and helped her to the chair of the drink shop next to her.

Seeing the boss looking at her, she hurriedly ordered a cup of hot milk tea in embarrassment.

Stuffed the hot milk tea into Yang Muya's hand and held her hand.

"No matter what happens, your own body is the most important thing, take care of yourself first, and you can find the person you are looking for." Xia Changyue looked at Yang Muya with red eyes distressed.

Thinking of her reaction just now, she suddenly understood that Wei Qingsi should be the person Yang Muya had been looking for.

Was it the man who took her daughter?

That man, who used to live here, too?

Xia Changyue saw that her face was gradually improving, so she turned her head to look at the almost old neighborhood that had been demolished, and after thinking about it carefully, she really couldn't remember that there was a person named Wei Qingsi here.

"Ms. Yang......" As soon as Xia Changyue came back to her senses, she saw Yang Muya put down the milk tea in her hand and turned to leave.

Her figure, full of loneliness and sadness, walked step by step on the old streets surrounded by demolitions, as if she would fall down at any time.

Xia Changyue's heart tightened suddenly, and she paid the money before she picked up the milk tea and followed her step by step.

Until I saw her walk to the car, get into the car, drive the car, and leave in front of her eyes.

When the car drove past her eyes, Yang Muya's calm and elegant image seemed to be clear in front of her again.

Xia Changyue stood on the opposite street, watching her car getting farther and farther away, a white light flashed in her mind, she remembered something, and suddenly shouted towards Yang Muya's car.

"Ms. Yang, you wait!"