In the room.
Ye Qiu meticulously wiped the sneakers over and over again.
Even though the sneakers were already clean, he continued to wipe them.
It seemed as if he was worried that Phoenix would be dissatisfied.
After a long time of wiping, Ye Qiu finally sat by the bed with the sneakers and stared at them with deep affection.
At the same time, a face he longed for appeared in his eyes.
Phoenix...
"Phoenix, I miss you."
"Phoenix, I didn't lose control today. I know it's wrong to hit women, but that woman deserved it."
"She hurt you, and I once swore never to let anyone hurt you."
Ye Qiu stared intently at the sneakers, muttering to himself continuously.
Because of Wang Dongdong, there was another wound on the fragile sneakers.
That wound was like a sharp dagger continuously slicing Ye Qiu's heart.
