Her slender hands were cuffed together, her pale wrist was scratched so hard that lines of blood could be seen clearly, Qiao Ann stared at Chen Zhen with a sad look on his face, his nose was sour, he almost cried.
"I... I came back to look at the old stuff... Along the way... "I'll take another look at you …"
Qiao Ann's tone was very light, but the look in her eyes when she looked at the man's face was very serious.
It was not that there was no compassion in his heart, but when he thought of the despicable words that Qiao Ann had said outside his sickroom that day, Chen Zhen's heart once again ached.
The woman in front of him … Would he be able to believe it again?
His heart was in a mess, he thought about it, but did not know how to speak up again. Chen Zhen moved to the side and spoke, "You are going to look for your room, I will not waste your time."