Lin Zifeng laughed.
He really laughed.
He wasn't attracted by that icy and gentle disguise, but by the woman's half-sad, half-poetic sentence.
Following her emotional blog, he continued to scroll down, and there was another line written like this: You can give me all the protection, but you cannot listen to the confessions at the bottom of my heart.
These two simple emotions seemed to be registered only in the past two days.
At this moment, Lin Zifeng leaned back in the chair, staring at the phone for a long time, not knowing what he should say.
Indeed, what he could give her at the moment was just warmth; perhaps there was still a lack of communication between the two of them.
Even every communication between them was a confrontation, from the beginning to the end, Lin Zifeng never sat down calmly to have a good chat with Nangong Bing.
After all, Nangong Bing is a living person, and also an emotional woman. Whether in terms of status or wisdom, she stands equal to any woman.
