He smiled and stuck out his tongue, suddenly feeling a bit desolate as he couldn't care less about the past. In fact, she was really scolded by him that time, and from then on, he would always hold her hand firmly when crossing the road. She complained several times like she was holding a child, but to no avail. She simply pulled him and ran. No matter how close the oncoming car was to her, sometimes even brushing against their sides and ruffling her hair before passing by, she always felt particularly happy and not at all afraid. However, later on, it was just her. Even if the road was empty, she would always feel terribly scared. She would have to use all her strength and all her faith to force herself to move. She had also thought that being buried on the road like this would be a kind of comfort, as if all her memories had returned to that bloody and romantic midnight and would stay forever. But, no, people are always afraid of death, and the approaching smell of death that is well prepared and foreseeable will always make her flinch. Whenever she makes a huge determination, she will always be afraid to change her mind at the moment of departure, dodging like crazy and looking for the life-saving straw. It was during that time that Gong Zhengnan appeared in front of her at the dawn of despair. She hesitated a little, and then she tightly grasped his shoulders.