Hua Yunliang finally stopped talking. He sighed deeply and remained motionless, staring straight at the person opposite him.
Bei Lingfeng was right. He was always so impulsive, rushing headlong into whatever he wanted to do, even if it was well-intended, he couldn't escape the reckless "abduction."
However, upon reflection, he felt that the guy opposite him had suppressed himself long enough. His forbearance had always surpassed his own, and so did the stress and pain he endured. If shouting like that could relieve him a little and clear some negative emotions, then it was also a good thing.
And he, being the closest person to him, if even he could not bear this, then who else could be his last redemption in this cold city?
However, even though Hua Yunliang had already fallen silent, the fire in Bei Lingfeng's heart had not yet subsided:
