In the corridor, Liang Jingchuan hugged the person in his arms tightly. He lowered his head and looked at her trembling body. His dark eyes were full of love, but he also knew that no one could experience the process in her place and accept the outcome.
Lin Yi didn't know why she wanted to cry, but when she hugged him, her tears fell like a broken dam. It had nothing to do with sadness or happiness. She just wanted to cry.
Perhaps this was a way to vent, and this pent-up anger had finally been released after eight years of accumulation.
There were countless people around them, but only those two figures stood still.
Liang Jingchuan patted her on the shoulder as if he was comforting a child, trying to calm her down.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a group of people walking past from the corner of his eye. He looked up and saw that it was the police from the detention center who were leaving with Liang qixuan.
