His growl was so hoarse that it was barely recognisable.
Jiang Ruan stood at the entrance.
Her eyes were transfixed on the figure directly in front of her.
It had taken her several months, but she had finally found him.
The man had truly gone into hiding in such a desolate place.
Seemingly ignoring Bo Qingyu's furious roar, she stepped inside, one step at a time. The figure in front of her grew even more frantic, but never turned around to look at her.
"Jiang Ruan! Get out!"
The footsteps behind her did not stop.
Bo Qingyu panicked. His voice softened significantly, even containing a few sobs: "Ruanruan... please don't look, don't look."
Jiang Ruan suddenly halted.
Her hands, hanging by her side, clenched into fists. She gritted her teeth, advancing step by step until she finally stood by his side. She looked down at the man sitting in — a wheelchair.
Jiang Ruan's pupils contracted.
