Zeng Jin had heard that time is the best medicine for healing wounds, but it had been over fifteen hundred years and he still couldn't heal the pain that felt like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart.
Really, if time can really heal wounds, it won’t be deep love.
Either the person who said this has never experienced love at all, or they have magnified the small wounds in their imagination.
But little do they know that when the pain reaches the bone marrow, it is a wound that cannot be erased in a lifetime.[
Temporary forgetfulness does not mean that the pain will be cured, the pain will still slowly eat away at the soul in the dead of night.
At this moment, An Ying was holding her cell phone alone, seemingly forgotten, and wanted to call him again to see how long it would take for him to arrive.
Her heart was anxious and sad, and her nose was sore. She didn't know where she could rely on, so she could only hug herself tightly and wrap her arms tightly around herself.
Her tears rolled down uncontrollably. Had Hao lied to her? It had been three full hours. She had been waiting for three full hours and it still hadn't come. It hasn't come yet.
Her heart was filled with worries. Did something happen on the way? Could something happen to him? He had just woken up not long ago. Could he have fallen into coma again while driving?
An Ying thought of this, grabbed the phone and quickly dialed Tian Junhao's cell phone.
Tian Junhao watched her movements from a distance, took out his mobile phone, and waited for the ringtone to ring.
"Hao, are you here?" The moment An Ying answered the phone, she felt relieved.
Tian Junhao didn't say anything. He actually didn't dare to say anything. He knew that once he spoke, he would be knocked down by her and completely captured by her.
She just has this ability, this ability, which can instantly shatter the wall he built in his heart.
"Hao, please tell me, are you okay? I'm waiting for you, will you come, right?" An Ying's hand holding the phone was shaking.
Tian Junhao closed his eyes and couldn't look at her anymore. He really couldn't look at her. He would surrender completely.
"Wait a moment. I'll have someone pick you up, take you to Xue'er's place, and give you a card. An Ying, I'll let you go. You're free. Haven't you always wanted to escape? Now you