He carried her all the way out of the apartment and into the car. Rong Yan did not let go and instead restrained her tightly like his hands were shackles, making it impossible for her to move at all.
She could not get out of his arms at all.
His fingers turned cold and his breathing was irregular. He continued to hug her tightly while she remained silent and still, which only added to Rong Yan's fear.
She looked cold and indifferent, as if nothing would affect her feelings at all. That distant attitude of hers made him feel flustered.
"Anning, I really didn't touch her." His explanation was sincere but useless at the same time.
After reading that letter, he was overwhelmed with guilt and regret.
There were more than 1400 days in four years and that duration was enough for one to change and forget the people and things they once thought they couldn't.
Luo Anning glanced at him nonchalantly and remained silent.
