An Jingru lowered her head in embarrassment when she saw that the collar of his bathrobe was wide open and his strong chest was half exposed.
"Feng——Master Ling."
she said softly.
"Um."[
Ling Mufeng agreed softly, but didn't seem to hesitate.
His feelings for An Jingru seemed to have gone beyond the sea.
The hatred towards her that was originally stored in my heart was vented because I accidentally hurt Ye Zhiqiu yesterday.
The pain that goes deep into the bone marrow after being betrayed by a loved one is like a cancer that has been cut out with a sharp knife and has gradually healed.
Is time really the best healing medicine?
After experiencing countless women, he gradually rubbed away everything that originally belonged to An Jingru?
——Or is it because of the stubborn woman in front of me who never admits defeat?
To be honest, one Ye Zhiqiu is enough to make him nervous now.
Where does he have the time to care about other people?
Even if the person in front of him is An Jingru, the An Jingru who once affected all his nerves.
Now, apart from a little nostalgia and reminiscence, it can't arouse any more emotions in him.
Just think of Ye Zhiqiu once falling to the ground, crying like rain:
"It was me who killed my mother! It's me, it's me! It's all my fault!"
His heart suddenly tightened.
Perhaps, apart from the vague dreams he had about An Jingru in the past, he only had distrust and hatred for women.
However, since he met Ye Zhiqiu, he slowly learned to love, so he forgot to hate.
He just walked over slowly and snatched the gauze from Ye Zhiqiu's hand.
He grabbed her hand again and wrapped it round and round with gauze.
In the house, it was as quiet as a wilderness.[
An Jingru stood aside and watched Ling Mufeng lower his head as he helped Ye Zhiqiu wrap up the gauze.