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 stood in front of her master at that time-

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

She just smiled, didn't say anything, and turned to leave the warden's office.

After being released from prison, she and Ding Dong had a brief relationship, and later, the two tacitly agreed no longer to contact each other.

She knew that those days in prison were an eternal pain in Ding Dong's heart, and she could feel it, and Ding Dong subconsciously avoided relevant topics all the time.

Even if Liao Xin was the only person who could give her light and warmth during that time, it still couldn't stop Ding Dong from remembering the dark past the moment he saw her.

So she offered to stop contacting, and Ding Dong agreed.

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

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

Feng Chengyu sat on the chair at the dining table, his slender legs bent up a little confused. He had a cup of cold hot water at his hand, and the light of the chandelier on the ceiling hit his head, casting a shadow over him.

He listened quietly to Liao Xin finish the whole story, his eyes were always hidden in the shadows, and the complex emotions surging in it were difficult to distinguish the joy and sorrow.

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

Liao Xin didn't take the initiative to speak, but if she looked closely, she could find his hands clenched into fists and the green tendons on the backs of his hands.

Originally, he thought that everything had been revealed.

Now he realizes how wrong he was.

If she had experienced such terrible bullying before, and when they met again, he still sneered at her, was his sin so deep that he couldn't wash it away?

And everything that happened to her was because of him.

If she hadn't known him, hadn't gotten too close to him, hadn't gone back to her home with him.

None of this is going to happen.

If everything has to be blamed, then he Feng Chengyu is the most unforgivable one.

He wanted to take good care of her and let her slowly accept him, but now that he learned the truth, he was powerless, hesitant, guilty, and afraid.

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

He only felt as if his heart had been pierced by thousands of needles, and the sharp pain spread to all the limbs, and the oppressive feeling made him almost breathless.

For the first time, he felt the pain as if all his organs were burning, and the whole person seemed to be walking in the rain of arrows, and the pain that pierced his heart was full of sorrow and sorrow.

After a long, long time, he finally came back to his senses, and his gaze had changed to a terrifying calmness.

He thanked Liao Xin and got up to leave.

The other party stopped him behind him and asked, "Do you know a man with the surname Feng?"

His steps froze, and he looked back at her with some stiffness.

"I can't remember his name, Ding Dong mentioned it to me once or twice when I was in prison. Liao Xin looked at him with a somewhat grim expression and paused.

"What's wrong with him?" Feng Chengyu asked, his expression was not shocked, but his heart had already set off a monstrous wave.

"This person should be very important to Ding Dong, maybe it's her ex-boyfriend?" Liao Xin didn't think much about it, blurted out, and then thought of the identity of the person in front of her, and was suddenly a little embarrassed, but looked at the other party who didn't seem to mind very much, so she continued, "There seems to be some particularly precious memories between them...... During the days when Ding Dong was so difficult that he even wanted to commit suicide, he relied on those memories to persevere. ”

Feng Chengyu looked at her quietly, his thin lips pursed, and he didn't speak for a long time.

After a moment, he opened his mouth, his voice terrifyingly hoarse: "Got it, thank you." ”

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

He turned up the fastest speed and headed straight for Jingtai Bay.

Now, he only has one thought, which is to hold the woman in his arms fiercely, even if she beats him and scolds him, he will not let go.

Only by feeling her body temperature and heartbeat could the feeling of loss in his heart not be so profound.

But he forgot that it was late at night.

When he returned to Jingtai Bay, the door of Ding Dong's room was locked, and there was no light in the crack of the door, as if he had already slept.

He stood at her door for a long time, wanting to raise his hand and knock on the door, but he was afraid that he would scare her if he was too abrupt.

The emotions in his chest were tangled and complicated, and the words he wanted to say swirled in his throat a hundred times, and finally turned into a deep sigh.

So he went downstairs and sat stiffly on the couch all night.

When Ding Dong went downstairs the next day, he was still sitting on the sofa in such a stiff position, she was startled, but she didn't say anything, just pulled her slippers and walked to the kitchen.

But suddenly he heard Feng Chengyu call himself: "Ding Dong." ”

She stopped her movements and looked back at him.

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

Ding Dong hesitated, but walked over slowly, bypassing the sofa and standing beside him.

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

She was defenseless, she only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and when she reacted, the whole person had been firmly hugged by him, she sat on his lap, and the posture of the two was extremely ambiguous.

She stiffened violently, and immediately assumed a posture of resistance, a visibly panicked expression on her face.

But he was unmoved, but hugged her tightly, so strong that he seemed to want to crush her and melt her into his blood. He buried his head in her neck, and his warm breath sprayed out, tickling, but it made her alarm bells.

She immediately thought of what happened last time, and suddenly her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

The three words implied infinite forbearance and pain, and when he blurted it out, Ding Dong could even hear a little tremor in his tone.

She immediately calmed down, no longer resisting or pushing, just stunned to feel the gentle touch of his hair as it swept across her cheeks, and didn't make any movement for a while.

"I'm sorry. ”

He repeated it again.

He could not say anything else.

He sniffed her greedily, and the feeling of reassurance spread throughout his body.

Ding Dong felt a chill on his neck.

She couldn't figure out the current situation, but she had a faint guess in her heart.

He got it.

He knew what happened at the beginning.

Even though she tried every means to obstruct and conceal it, he still knew the unbearable past that she bothered to hide.

She only felt as if she had been stripped naked in front of him at the moment, without any hindrance or cover-up, and she felt ashamed and indignant.