Keeping the promise

Li Yunting's eyes were firm and persistent. His gaze was like a burning flame. He stared at Zheng Wancheng and said, "Wancheng, in my heart, you will always be my wife. This has never changed. But I know that what I did in the past made you suffer and made you want to escape. So now, I am willing to give you freedom and don't want to restrain you in any way anymore."

His heart was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul, carrying endless regret and affection.

When Zheng Wancheng heard this, a look of surprise and confusion flashed across her face. Her heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, and her thoughts instantly became a mess.

She lowered her eyes slightly, avoiding Li Yunting's fiery gaze, and said, "Li Yunting, don't you think it's too late to say this now?"

Zheng Wancheng's voice trembled a little. He was still unable to let go of the hurt in the past, but he was also slightly shaken by these words.

Li Yunting leaned forward, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and said sincerely and eagerly: "It's not too late, as long as you are willing, everything can start over. I know I need time and actions to prove my change, I only ask you to give me this opportunity."

His heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest, and his eyes were full of desire and pleading.

Zheng Wancheng raised her head with a hint of helplessness and sadness in her eyes. That look seemed to be able to penetrate time and see the pain of the past: "Li Yunting, you think things are too simple. So many years have passed, and we are no longer the same as we were before." Her heart was full of contradictions and struggles, and memories came flooding in like a tide, making it difficult for her to make a decision.

Li Yunting stood up, walked to Zheng Wancheng, squatted down, and looked at her at eye level. His breathing became rapid, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Wancheng, I don't care how much time has passed, nor how much we have changed. I only know that my love for you has never diminished, but has become deeper with the passage of time." His eyes were filled with desperate determination, as if the whole world only had her in front of him.

Zheng Wancheng turned her head away, bit her lip, and stopped talking. She was struggling fiercely in her heart, not knowing whether she should believe him or not.

Li Yunting gently held her hands, which were trembling slightly, and said, "Wancheng, believe me, okay?" His voice was as gentle as the breeze, yet filled with endless expectations.

Zheng Wancheng's eyes were indeed somewhat moved, and at that moment, all kinds of memories of the past surged in her heart. The sweetness and laughter, quarrels and tears of the past were like an old movie playing quickly in her mind.

However, just a moment later, her son Zheng Zihui's childish face and dependent eyes appeared in her mind.

She took a deep breath, and that breath seemed to carry endless determination. She pulled back Li Yunting's hand with force, her action was firm and ruthless, and she said cruelly: "Li Yunting, I beg you to sober up. I like my current life very much, please don't do these meaningless things to disturb my heart."

Her voice trembled slightly, and her lips quivered slightly. After she finished speaking, she stood up, her movement was a bit flustered, and she walked away quickly without looking back. Her skirt swayed with her steps, as if she was venting her inner determination.

Li Yunting stared blankly at her departing figure, his eyes full of pain and despair. His eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were slightly red, and his lips were trembling slightly. He never thought that his sincere heart would still be rejected by Zheng Wancheng.

His body seemed to be frozen, motionless, and only his rapid breathing revealed his inner restlessness.

He sat in the office for a long time, as if time had frozen. The sunlight shone through the window onto him, but it could not warm his cold heart.

The pain in his heart hit him in waves like a tide, and each impact made his heart ache even more.

Finally, he could no longer bear the torment and stood up to pick up the car keys, his movements flustered and anxious, his fingers tightly grasping the keys as if they were his only lifeline.

The car sped through the city streets, and Li Yunting's mind was in a mess. The scenery outside the car window flashed by like a phantom, but he ignored it.

Before he knew it, he came to a dark and damp basement.

The basement was filled with a smell of decay and dampness, which seemed to penetrate into one's bones.

The weak light flickered in the darkness, as if it would go out at any time, completely engulfing the dark space. In this dim corner, imprisoned was Qi Yue, the culprit of the tragedy that year.