Su Qiao casually tossed the blanket over him. "Then be good."
"I'll be good, I'll be good. Don't hit me."
Li Jingtai hurriedly pulled the blanket over himself and blinked his dark eyes at Su Qiao like a good baby.
"Go to sleep."
Su Qiao knew that since he didn't want to talk, she could forget about learning even a little of his secret.
She abandoned the idea of asking again and left his room.
When the door closed, the person on the bed slowly turned over and buried his entire face in the pillow.
"Qiaoqiao, you're really so innocent."
There were many things that, once begun, could no longer be stopped.
Besides, he didn't want to stop.
Those were things he had to do, things he should take responsibility for.
If there was anything he regretted most in his life, it was mistaking someone else for her, wrongfully blaming her, and doing those terrible things to her.
Fortunately, it hadn't reached the point of no return.
Now, he had to take responsibility for the mistakes he had made before.
"I won't let anyone hurt you... including myself..."
He would make everyone who threatened her... disappear. All of them would disappear...
The next day was Saturday, so Su Qiao got off work a little early, more than two hours ahead of schedule.
She had originally wanted to surprise the man, but unexpectedly, he was nowhere to be seen at home.
Su Qiao found it strange. At this hour, he was usually at home writing.
She had thought he would return while she was making dinner, but she waited until seven-thirty, and only then did Li Jingtai come home.
Su Qiao dropped the throw pillow in her arms and rose from the sofa to greet him. "Where did you go?"
Li