Tracking

They were a little far apart. He was at this end of the alley, and she was at the other.

Zhou Chengsen took a drag of his cigarette. He had no intention of greeting her; he simply watched as she carried a vegetable basket into the residential building at the end of the road.

It wasn't a dormitory for hospital employees, just an ordinary residential building.

Zhou Chengsen took another drag, tossed the half-finished cigarette butt into the nearby panda-shaped trash can, then turned and walked back to the cinema to continue watching the movie with the children.

At that moment, a man at the end of the road furtively glanced around before following her into the residential building.

Ruan Tang had just gotten off work. After buying some vegetables to cook at home, she took out her key and unlocked the door. She walked in and casually closed it, but someone forcefully shoved the door open.

Ruan Tang's expression changed, and she hurriedly tried to close the door.

The man outside shoved hard, forcing the door open, then walked in and closed it behind him.

His face flushed, he looked at Ruan Tang. "Tangtang."

Ruan Tang smelled the alcohol on him. Shocked and frightened, she did her best to remain calm. "What are you trying to do? Get out!"

The man dropped to his knees. "Tangtang, I told you, I'll never hit you again. I swear, if I hit you, I won't deserve to live! I'm begging you, don't break up with me. How about we get married? I'll treat you well for the rest of your life!"

Ruan Tang tried her best to placate him, inching cautiously toward the door. "You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk! I regretted hitting you that day so much, and I was so upset