He was so obstinate that she was helpless.

His wound was healed and new ones were added to him, which would never be better off.

Ronan sometimes felt that he really should go.

If she left to make him less hurt, then she should go back.

He couldn't have gone with her anyway.

Just let him rot in this place alone.

She refused to tell her anything, and what reason did she have to stay with him to suffer.

This idea flashed in Ronan's mind intermittently. Later, she realized that she didn't really want to leave. How could she leave him alone in a Mexican slum. But she really can't bear to see him come back black and blue every day, she wants to escape this reality.

She knew that if she asked to leave, Fu Tingyuan would not refuse.

This man is such a jerk, he let her watch, but nothing can be done.

She used to be a kite tied with string in his palm. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape his palm. Now she could feel that he was willing to let go.

She's gone, she's gone, and he won't get her back.

When Luonan first woke up, Fu Tingyuan had already left.

She had nightmares all night and woke up with a headache.

She took a look at the clothes drying out of the window. Recently, Fu Tingyuan seemed to have more money on hand and bought her two sets of clothes that could be changed.

He did all the chores at home, and even the clothes were washed by him.

It's really hard to imagine that people like Fu Tingyuan would wash clothes.

The bandages he had cut were lying on the ground, which had been used and soaked with blood. Ronan took a look at it, drew back his sight, went to one side, took the biscuits on the table, tore open the packing box, and sat there eating.

It's still early. Fu Tingyuan still needs a long time to come back. There is no blank time for him. She needs to spend it alone.

After breakfast, Ronan sat down on the stool with his head on the table and closed his eyes for a rest.

She felt that her depression, which she had not recovered easily, would be forced back by that man sooner or later.

She bowed her head for a long time. In a daze, she heard the sound of opening the door.

Luonan was stunned for a moment. Thinking how Fu Tingyuan came back so early today, she raised her face from her arm. She turned her head and saw a slender shadow standing against the light.

As soon as she looked at the past, she really thought it was Fu Tingyuan at first. Until the man came in and looked at his elegant and straight suit and his face which was six points similar to Fu Tingyuan, Luo Nan realized that Yan family had already found this place.

Yan Qingfeng stood on the edge of the door and looked around the room. Then he looked at Luonan Chuwei, who was silent on the stool, and smile. His slightly cold face couldn't relieve his sense of distance from her. When he came in, he didn't know what to do. "Are you living here?"

Luonan looked at his stiff suit, which was full of elitist smell that was incompatible with the city. She lowered her head, rubbed her eyebrows and asked, "can you tell me what happened to Fu Tingyuan?"

Yan Qingfeng came to sit on the edge of her stool, looked at luonanchu, and said: "he didn't tell you?"