After that, Han Yifeng only remembered that he had gone to drink, and then sped all the way on the road. The pain that weighed on his chest was momentarily subdued by the reckless erosion of the cold winds and rain. He then fell asleep although he was not too sure how he lost consciousness.
In his daze, he only felt himself being carried up, and then he could smell the faint fragrance on the person. It was nice and made him want to cling onto the person. They were a pair of delicate and slender hands that were gentle. It definitely was not Secretary Wang's pair of rough hands.
That person wore a light beige windbreaker and had long, beautiful hair that fell past the shoulders. Han Yifeng wanted to open his eyes for a better look, yet he could only see a blurry figure. Despite not having a way to see clearly who it was, that familiar air from her was enough for him to be sure who that was.
"Xiaye... Xiaye... I'm sorry. Forgive me..."
