Qiao Yu kept staring at her sleeping face, his fingers trembling as he reached out towards her. Just as he was about to touch her cheek, he pulled back.
Emotionally, he really wanted to; rationally, he couldn't do it.
He turned around and left the room.
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"Bang!"
Tang Tang was awakened by this loud noise. She opened her eyes and lay on the bed in a daze before she remembered she had a headache halfway and went to rest at a small motel.
Bang!
The noise came again from outside.
She turned her head and found it was a sound from the door.
She ran anxiously to open the door.
Qiao Yu was on the ground with blood on his lips, leaning against the door.
Above him, Zong Zheng looked at him coldly, his foot unceremoniously pressing on Qiao Yu's hand and grinding it forcefully.
"Azheng, what are you doing! Lift your foot!" Tang Tang ran over. "Why are you doing this? Qiao Yu didn't do anything wrong!"
