The little girl claimed that she no longer cared about Zhou Yinghuai, yet she allowed him to make such invasive gestures towards her, without a hint of resistance.
Deep down, she clearly trusted him.
How ironic, Jiang Tan, a person with no sense of security and constant guardedness, would still trust Zhou Yinghuai, even when drunk.
She wouldn't even wear her own blazer, yet she allowed Zhou Yinghuai to hold her in his arms.
Li Yannan silently watched Zhou Yinghuai disappear from his sight. Only then did he retract his gaze, chuckling sarcastically at himself.
In the car, Jiang Tan fell into a drowsy sleep.
Zhou Yinghuai looked at her unconsciousness with a surge of uncontrollable anger, even stronger than during their argument over the phone, where Jiang Tan's words were sharp and cutting.
He coldly rolled down the car window.
The rushing wind brought with it the stifling heat, brushing over Jiang Tan's face.
