Shortly after Ding Dong was released from prison, Liao Xin also submitted her resignation to her master.

She still remembers what the master said to herself when she was standing in front of her-

"Liao Xin, you are not suitable for this profession. You are too soft-hearted and you can't do anything well."

She just smiled, said nothing, turned around and left the warden's office.

After being released from prison, she and Ding Dong had a brief relationship, and later, the two tacitly stopped contacting each other.

She knew that those days in prison were eternal pain in Ding Dong's heart, and she could also feel that Ding Dong was subconsciously avoiding related topics at all times.

Even though Liao Xin was the only person who could give her light and warmth during that period, she still couldn't stop Ding Dong from thinking about the dark past when she saw her.

So she took the initiative to propose not to contact each other, and Ding Dong agreed.

This is what happened three months after Ding Dong disappeared three years ago.

After everything was finished, it was already late at night. In the narrow and cramped rental house, Liao Xin poured herself a glass of water.

Feng Chengyu sat on a chair next to the dining table, his slender legs bent at a loss. He held a cup of hot water that had already cooled down, and the chandelier on the ceiling light hit his head, casting a gloom.

He listened quietly as Liao Xin finished the whole story, his eyes were always hidden in the shadows, and the complex emotions surging in it made it difficult to distinguish between sadness and joy.

After the story was told, he didn't speak for a long time.

Liao Xin didn't take the initiative to speak, but if she looked carefully, she could find his hands clenched into fists and the blue veins rising on the back of his hands.

Originally, he thought that the truth was revealed.

Now he realized how outrageous he was wrong.

If she had ever experienced such terrible bullying and when she met again, he was still sarcastic at her, then would his sin be so serious that it could not be washed away?

And everything she encountered was caused by him.

If she hadn't known him, hadn't gotten too close to him, and hadn't returned to Feng's house with him.

None of this will happen.

If you have to find a blame for everything, then Feng Chengyu is the one that is the most difficult to forgive.

He originally wanted to take good care of her and let her accept him slowly, but now after learning the truth, he felt powerless, confused, guilty, and scared.

No wonder she doesn't want to tell herself anything...

He felt as if his heart had been stabbed by millions of needles, and the sharp pain spread to his limbs and bones. The suppressed feeling made him almost breathless.

For the first time, he felt the pain as if all the internal organs were burned, and his whole body seemed to be walking in the rain of arrows, with the pain and sorrow that penetrated his heart.

It took a long time, and his eyes had turned into a terrible calm.

He thanked Liao Xin and stood up and left.

But the other party called him behind him and asked, "Do you know a man named Feng?"

His steps suddenly stopped, and he turned around and looked at her stiffly.

"I can't remember his name very much. Ding Dong mentioned it to me once or twice when he was in prison." Liao Xin paused when she looked at his cold expression.

"What's wrong with him?" Feng Chengyu asked, his expression calmly, but a huge wave had already stirred up in his heart.

"This person should be very important to Ding Dong, maybe it is her ex-boyfriend?" Liao Xin blurted out without thinking much, and then thought of the identity of the person in front of her, and was immediately embarrassed, but she looked at the other party who didn't seem to mind very much.

, so he continued, "It seems that there are some particularly precious memories between them... Ding Dong couldn't stand the days when he even wanted to commit suicide, and he persisted with that memories."

Feng Chengyu looked at her quietly, pursing his thin lips tightly, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

After a moment, he spoke, his voice hoarsely: "I understand, thank you."

Then, he left the small rental house without looking back.

He raised the speed as fast as possible and headed straight to Jingtai Bay.

Now, he had only one idea, which was to hold the woman in his arms, and even if she beat him and scolded him, he would not let go.

Only when he felt her body temperature and heartbeat, the feeling of loss in his heart would not be so profound.

But he forgot that it was already late at night.

When I returned to Jingtai Bay, Ding Dong's room door was locked, and there was no light in the crack of the door, and it seemed that he had already fallen asleep.

He stood at her door for a while, trying to raise his hand to knock on the door, but he was afraid that it would scare her too abruptly.

The feelings in his chest were entangled and complicated. The words he wanted to say circled in his throat for a long time, and finally turned into a thick sigh.

He went downstairs and sat stiffly on the sofa all night.

The next day when Ding Dong went downstairs, he was still sitting on the sofa in such a stiff posture. She was startled, but she didn't say much, just pulled her slippers and walked towards the kitchen.

But suddenly I heard Feng Chengyu call him: "Ding Dong."

She stopped her movements and looked back at him.

He turned around and was still sitting on the sofa, looking straight at her with his eyes, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't been resting all night: "Come here."

Ding Dong hesitated for a moment, walked over slowly, walked around the sofa and stood beside him.

She thought he would tell her something, but she didn't expect that as soon as she stood firm, he suddenly reached out and pulled her into her arms.

She was not prepared for a moment and felt a dizzy moment. When she realized it, she was already tightly held by him. She sat on his lap, and the two of them had an ambiguous posture.

She froze suddenly, and immediately made a stance of resistance, with a clear expression of panic on her face.

But he was unmoved, just hugging her tightly, so strong that he seemed to want to crush her and melt it into his blood. He buried his head on her neck, spraying his warm breath, itchy,

But she made a bell.

She immediately thought of what happened last time and suddenly she began to tremble uncontrollably.

But he spoke softly: "I'm sorry."

The words "infinite forbearance" and "pain" were implicit in the words, and when he blurted out, Ding Dong could even hear the trembling in his tone.

She immediately calmed down, no longer resisted or pushed, but just felt the gentle touch of his hair as he swept across his cheeks, without any movement for a moment.

"sorry."

He repeated it again.

Apart from that, he could not say anything else.

He sniffed the smell on her body greedily, and a feeling of peace spread throughout his body.

Ding Dong felt a chill on his neck.

She couldn't figure out the current situation, but she had some guesses in her heart.

He knew it.

He knew what happened back then.

Even though she obstructed and concealed it in every way, he still knew the unbearable past she had trouble hiding.
Chapter completed!