Although Ruan Qing had already figured out that the man was likely not the murderer, he didn’t show it in the slightest.Ruan Qing opened his mouth with a pained expression, as if the person before him was Yang Tianhao, “Ah Hao, it’s been three years. We’ve been together for three years. I’m really a bit tired now. I can’t distinguish anymore whether you really love me.”“Let’s give each other some space for now,” Ruan Qing said, and then he tried to pull his luggage and walk past the man to leave.Seeing this, the man directly dropped the child to the ground, as if throwing away trash. He then gently embraced Ruan Qing in his arms, his gentle voice filled with guilt and restraint, “Ah Qing, I’m sorry. I haven’t given you enough sense of security. I won’t do it again in the future. Can you not leave me, please?”Unnoticed by both of them, in the photograph hanging high on the wall, the husband’s gaze shifted downward once again, as if observing the two people at the doorway.