"No, it's okay." Lin Zhixing suppressed his emotions and refused, "Send me back."

"Lin Zhixing."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay! At worst, I can just run away. I can run to some village or town. China is so big, there must be a place for me to stay. Anyway, I won't support a man who abuses my mother."

"Yes, China is very big, but..."

"I'm a doctor. Even the village needs a village doctor."

Lin Zhixing guessed that He Yanchen must want to help her.

The huge problem she encountered was not even a problem for someone of He Yanchen's status.

The car was driving slowly.

Getting closer and closer to her home.

Lin Zhixing felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and his head lowering lower and lower.

The carriage became increasingly quiet.

The sound of a woman sobbing could be faintly heard.

"Lin Zhixing." He Yanchen looked at the woman beside him. "When I was a teenager, a little girl told me that everyone has the right to be vulnerable."

The man's voice was very soft.

Word by word, a summer night from more than ten years ago was pulled out of her memory.

Lin Zhixing lowered his body little by little.

Her shoulders trembled slightly as she instinctively suppressed her cries.

Until she felt the heavy suit jacket fall on her body, covering her head, the small semi-enclosed space seemed to become a safe fortress.

Even if the car is moving.

Even a soft suit is not soundproof.

Lin Zhixing also burst into tears as if he had found a small world.