Qin Juan looked at him and smiled helplessly, "You really are... it's not worth losing your life for such scum."
Jia Liang was dazzled by her smile, and his own smile broadened naively, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I was just trying to scare him; I didn't expect him to be so easily frightened, even wetting himself."
Qin Juan looked down at the puddle of urine with disgust and quickly stepped over it.
Jia Liang saw her heading toward the Bun Shop and followed her along the road.
The early spring sunshine was always exceptionally bright, as tree branches had already burst into tender green buds. Bathed in the sunlight, they seemed full of vitality.
Everywhere was thriving, reflecting Jia Liang's current mood.
He glanced at the woman walking a step away from him, squeezed his fist again and again, then took a deep breath before he finally spoke.
"Qin Juan, if you ever need anything in the future, just tell me. I... I want to protect you."
