Qiao Lian's face was as pale as before, but her right hand had stopped trembling even though it was still weak.
It was hard to imagine how much her frail body had endured in life.
And what about him?
At the time she would have needed him the most, he had not been by her side.
Even eight years after that… when they met again, he had wanted to take revenge, hit her, harm her.
Right at this moment, Shen Liangchuan felt downright ashamed of himself.
Despite the fact that there were others in the room, he just could not bear this sudden urge to walk to her and hold her tightly in his arms.
Fortunately.
Fortunately, she was still alive and kicking.
Qiao Lian gave the man before her a stunned look.
What was wrong with Shen Liangchuan?
As she held her trembling hand against her chest, although she had not spoken a word, one could sense her post-traumatic stress.