Jiang Jiayan was still alone.

The two lost contact.

Many years.

"Ye Zhou, stop hitting him! He'll die!"

Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, and Ye Zhou's blood-stained fist froze in mid-air.

The bulging veins on her wrist were held by slender hands.

The person on the ground was motionless, their face blurred, and even their features were difficult to discern.

The girl had scratches of various sizes on her face, and the tip of her nose was red.

The silk pajamas were torn open at the neckline, revealing a pink lace-trimmed undershirt, which was quite eye-catching.

Purple marks were left on a large patch of snow-white skin at the neckline.

The girl's tears stubbornly welled up in her eyes.

Ye Zhou loosened his fist.

In his past life, he didn't know how to fight, but after struggling in society for so many years, he finally realized that sometimes fists are more effective than reasoning.

So he practiced Sanda, Kung Fu, and Taekwondo, and mastered them all.

Ye Zhou broke free from the girl's hand, got up, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

He received too much information at once, and his mind was a bit confused.

Elbows resting on thighs, both hands supporting the forehead.

The redness in his eyes slowly faded.

He heard the sound of footsteps going downstairs.

Jiang Jiayan's voice was still hoarse.

"He's gone, that person."

Ye Zhou stood up. "I'll go after him." This matter must be handled by the police.

Her clothes were tugged.

Ye Zhou turned around, and the girl's pink lips were still trembling.

In fact, Ye Zhou had wanted to tell Jiang Jiayan for a long time that she looked better without makeup than with it.

"Ye Zhou, please don't go."

The voice carried a tone of vulnerability and ingratiation.

Ye Zhou stood frozen in place, his eyes lowered.

He had never seen Jiang Jiayan like this before, so humble, as if she were afraid of being abandoned.

Seeing that Ye Zhou did not refuse, Jiang Jiayan stood up.

He hugged Ye Zhou's broad back from behind.

She rested her head on the boy's shoulder, holding him tightly, as if she would lose him if she let go.