The living room was extremely quiet. At this moment, only the sound of two breaths could be heard, one fast and one slow.
Liang Jingchuan looked at the confused man on the sofa. His handsome face was so dark that it looked like ink could be lowered.
He clenched his fists and controlled the anger in his heart.
If ... If he wasn't afraid that Lin Yi would be worried, he would have given him more than one punch.
If it wasn't for Liang qixuan, Lin Yi wouldn't have suffered so much, and he wouldn't have been separated from her for so many years.
Seven years was so long that he felt that he had no hope of reuniting with her in this life. He seemed busy, but that was just to numb himself with work. He was afraid of being free, because the moment he was free, he couldn't help but miss her.
