Li Nian never allowed her to go out, so naturally no one dared to let her go out.
After that incident two years ago, she gradually lost contact with her classmates.
She felt like she was just like a canary in a cage, wearing the best clothes, eating the best food, and living the material life most envied by women in the world.
However, who could know that the price to pay for all this would be the heaviest.
That is, free youth.
Wen Jiaren's fingers were slightly bent, and she stared blankly at the young face in the mirror, a little lost in thought.
Suddenly, the phone rang harshly.
It's an unfamiliar number.
She stretched out her hand and took it.
"Beauty, it's me, Ye Feng." A voice that made Wen Jia's heart palpitate reached her eardrums.
Wen Jiaren tried her best to control the trembling all over her body, and she could hardly hold the phone.
Ye Feng, Ye Feng......
What a distant memory.
The first love affair in middle school, the most beautiful love at the age of fifteen.
Looking back now, there is no such heavy pain, but more emotion.
After all, they accompanied each other through the most cruel and passionate youth.
Each other is the most permanent fixation in each other's lives.
Wen Jiaren was very nervous, but she did not feel agitated for a long time. She looked at the phone for a long time and said lightly: "Yeah".
The other party on the phone was silent for a while. Wen Jiaren looked out the window and asked in a still calm tone: "Ye Feng, long time no see. Have you returned to China?"
"Well, it's been a while since I came back. I didn't know your mobile phone number until I saw Jiaxue last time."
Ye Feng followed Wen Jiaren's words and chatted casually. After a pause, Ye Feng continued: "Jiaren, when I return to China this time, I want to get married."
"And I hope you can attend my wedding. Where should I send the wedding invitations?"
"I went to your previous home a few days ago, but they told me that you left two years ago."
Wen Jiaren was stunned for a while, and then she returned to her previous tone, like a long-lost friend, and said softly: "Well, congratulations, don't send the wedding invitation... Tell me the address, and I will
