Li Yinian raised her head gently.
Her eyes were red and there were tears at the corners of her eyes. She looked a little lost and childish. Coupled with her squatting posture, the woman looked like a homeless little girl.
He did not know if she had heard Qiao yanze's words, but she still did not move, her eyes fixed on his face, not knowing what she was thinking.
Qiao yanze's breathing became heavier unconsciously, and he said almost pleadingly, " "Yi Nian."
The woman's eyes turned, and she seemed to have finally come back to her senses. She nodded gently and reached out her other hand, probably wanting him to pull her up.
Qiao yanze glanced at her and suddenly let go of her wrist, bending over to pick her up.
The woman's body stiffened for a moment, but she didn't struggle.
