After Lu Changzheng agreed, he lowered his eyes to the girl in his arms, "Can we leave now? Let's go back to the room."
"I can now, but I couldn't just now. I couldn't see or hear."
This was also the first time that Jiang Tang experienced the feeling of being controlled by hatred, and she was a little scared for a moment.
Lu Changzheng half-hugged the person and walked into the main hall and the room on the left.
This was his previous room. After He Lihua received a call from him returning from the army, she asked someone to replace the single bed in the room with a larger one, and also got a new cabinet, a chest of drawers, and a dressing table, all brand new.
Although her son and daughter-in-law were not at home, He Lihua had kept their rooms very clean.
The quilts were taken out to the yard to dry in the sun every once in a while, and the room was cleaned regularly.
If they come back suddenly like they did today, they can go to sleep anytime.
Lu Changzheng helped Jiang Tang to the bedside. Since they were alone in the room, he could hold her in his arms without hesitation.
He gave her a comforting kiss.
Jiang Tang turned around, hugged Lu Changzheng's neck, and buried her face in his shoulder. "I'm slowly recovering."
The voice was muffled, obviously still frightened.
He was not frightened by Wang Chun's voice, but by the immense hatred that remained in his body towards Wang Chun.
Those gray memories hidden in the deepest part of my heart were unsealed one by one.
Jiang Tang's eyes and nose were red. She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. Her mouth pursed, wanting to cry but trying hard to hold it back.
"Lu Changzheng, she's so pitiful."
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