Hope

She took Zhu Long out of the restaurant and hugged him. Zhu Long, a man who always showed his cold face, but had a soft heart. At this moment, his cold face was red, with anger as well as sadness, everything had felt like a dream to him, he was still trying to process every word the man spoke but refused to believe it. His arms wrapped around Han Qiang, she smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm sorry for what I did in there…" Even if he said that he was fine, Han Qiang Knew could see that deep down, Zhu Long wasn't fine, she could see the horror and sadness in his eyes alone.