The man's pace was neither fast nor slow. Everything seemed normal, but there was an indescribable sense of heaviness.
However, Qin Hongyu was not in the mood to dwell on it. He quickly carried the woman in his arms to the sofa, picked up the blanket and wrapped it around her. Then, he quickly poured a cup of hot drink and handed it to her.
Li Yinian held the hot water in her hand, and her pale face finally regained some color, but her eyes were still empty, or perhaps it was because it was like a bottomless abyss.
"Yinian, are you alright?" Qin Hongyu reached out and brushed her hair away.
Li Yinian shook her head and forced a smile. "I'm fine."
Actually, this was good too. This time, Qiao Yanze would not pester her anymore.
However, the price was so heavy. Whether it was her or him, they would probably be tortured by that forbidden memory for the rest of their lives—at least she could no longer lie to herself.
