Gu Lingling carefully cleaned Yang Yunhai's room inside and out.
Then she sat in the wicker chair where she first met Yang Yunhai, pondering.
When Yang Zhao came in, he saw the girl leaning on the chair, and for a moment he thought of Yang Yunhai, as if Brother Hai also liked to lean like that.
"Brother Yang?" Gu Lingling stood up excitedly from the chair when she heard the noise, turned around and joyfully shouted, "Who are you?"
She thought Yang Yunhai had returned, but instead, the person who came in was someone she didn't recognize at all.
"I'm Yang Zhao. You probably heard Brother Hai mention me," Yang Zhao introduced himself.
"But Brother Yang, is there any news?" Gu Lingling asked.
It's been more than two months since Yang Yunhai left, and there's no news at all.
"No." Yang Zhao couldn't help but say as he saw her disappointed look, "No news is good news."
Indeed, no news is good news.
"Then why are you here?" Gu Lingling asked.
