The night is very deep.

I can't see my fingers.

When they walked into the darkness, they saw Rong Jincheng saying to several men: "I won't thank you for your kindness. I will repay you another day."

"Let's go!" was the voice of the third child.

In the wind and snow, Han Yurou opened her eyes. With the little light in the villa, she saw the third child and several men she had never seen before.

Rong Jincheng pressed her little head: "Don't move, it's very cold outside."

Rong Jincheng hugged her and left, and the group of men also withdrew.

The snow on the ground was very thick, and Rong Jincheng came here on foot. He held Han Yurou in his arms and stepped lightly on the snow, leaving a series of footprints.

Han Yurou's face was wrapped in Rong Jincheng's scarf, and his scent was on the scarf. There was no scent of perfume, only the scent of tobacco and hormones that belonged to him.

It's very dark.

Rong Jincheng put the flashlight into her hand: "You turn it on when I tell you to."

"I understand." Han Yurou said hoarsely, "You should leave me alone. If you become enemies with Pan Wenguang, he will take revenge on you."

"He and I have already become enemies. I don't care if it's more or less."

"It's because of me that you became enemies with him. I can't help you." Han Yurou's voice was hoarse and her nose was sore and cold. "It's too late for you to put me down now, otherwise you will die if Pan Wenguang chases me out."

"I thought you wouldn't say a word of conscience." Rong Jincheng's arms were a little sore, so he put her down and said, "I'll carry you on my back, so you can save some energy."

"Am I heavy?"

"It's not serious." Rong Jincheng laughed. A woman is a woman. She still cares about such a question at this time, so she asked him specifically.

Rong Jincheng bent down and motioned for her to come up.

Han Yurou has not been carried on someone's back for many years.

Lying on his back, she took off her scarf and tied it for him: "Tie it, I won't get cold if I hide behind it."

"Hold on to me, don't fall."

"Um."

Han Yurou hugged his neck and didn't let go.

If she doesn't let go, Rong Jincheng will certainly not let go.

The snow was still falling, and white flakes fell on their heads, causing them to turn white accidentally.

There was silence all around.

Rong Jincheng took a look at the route when he came here, but he was not very familiar with this place, so he followed the memory in his mind.

He remembered that this place was in the suburbs and very remote. If he went wrong, he might end up in the woods.

It was so cold that he almost lost consciousness.

Han Yurou was also cold, so she felt a little better next to him.

"You have lost a lot of weight." Han Yurou noticed that he had lost more than a little weight. She could still feel the bones in his back even though he was wearing thick winter clothes.

Rong Jincheng said nothing.

He gritted his teeth and walked, his breath blowing in the wind and snow.

"Did Pan Wenguang do anything to you?" Rong Jincheng asked.

"No...he just tied me up for a few days. He didn't have much interest in me. Maybe he wanted to lure you out." Han Yurou said intermittently, "Does he have such a deep hatred for you? He beat you last time.

After a meal, don’t you feel relieved? What’s the point?”

"As for." Rong Jincheng was panting, walking slowly while carrying her on his back, "He is just a villain, scheming, shallow-sighted, and greedy."

Because he was so tired, Rong Jincheng had to breathe for a long time every time he said a word.

As a last resort, he had to say less or take a break.

"Then you used to play with him."
Chapter completed!