Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

After their breaths blended together for a long time, the excited heart finally found a brief calm.

Qiao Ruyi truly held him for more than ten minutes, feeling his fragrance, his breath, the temperature of his skin, and his steady and strong heartbeat.

She was finally convinced that her Ling Che was back.

He's finally back.

Qiao Ruyi suddenly released his embrace, moved away slightly, and looked up at him.

I didn't remember to take a closer look just now, but now I see that he has lost a lot of weight.

In the dim light from the roadside, Qiao Ruyi picked up his arm. The part of his arm exposed under his short-sleeved shirt was bulging with blue veins, but his skin seemed whiter than before.

Where has he been in these three years?

Why didn't you go back to find her even though you were still alive?

Why did everyone think he was dead?

Why could he bear not seeing her for three years?

She had too many grievances, too many questions, and too many longings, and she wanted to take out her uneasy heart and show it to him.

But at this moment, she didn't ask anything, she just wanted to take a good look at him.

Take a good look at his lost and found love.

Seeing her eyes red with tears gathering again, Ling Che raised his hand and hugged her again, gently stroking the back of her head with his big hand and kissing her forehead.

"You must have a lot of questions for me." Ling Che said in a low voice, gently nuzzling her ears, "I'll find time to tell you slowly."

"Now I want to ask you, how did you get yourself into this state?"

He squeezed the hand on her slender waist, but couldn't find any soft flesh.

The person in his arms was also very skinny, and the bones in his shoulders were so painful that they hurt.

Her hair was cut short. The long curly hair that used to be waist-length now only reached her back. Her face, which was not big to begin with, became even smaller. There was no flesh on her face at all, and she looked very thin.

"You're so thin, haven't you eaten in the past few years?" Ling Che asked with a frown, "Is my Ling family bankrupt?"

The person in his arms didn't say anything. The scalding hot water soaked the fabric of his T-shirt, burning the skin on his chest and making it tremble.

He sighed deeply and hugged her tighter.

"They all said you were dead..."

The person in his arms choked up and began to tremble slightly again. "They said that if you were still alive, you couldn't disappear for three years..."

Ling Che's eyes trembled slightly, and his deep expression dimmed a little.

He didn't think he would survive.

He thought he was dead a long time ago.

"If I hadn't come to the United States and met you by chance this time..." Qiao Ruyi raised her head from his arms, her face stained with crystal tears, her eyes broken, "Will I never know that you are still alive..."

"No." Ling Che answered firmly, his eyes deep and sincere. "Even if you didn't come this time, I would still go back to find you. It's just... it will take a few days."

Qiao Ruyi was just about to ask him why it would take a few more days?

The cell phone in his pocket rang.

Ling Che picked up the phone, took a look at it, pressed the answer button, and turned on the speaker.

Qiao Ruyi immediately discovered that he had changed his phone.

"CHE, where have you been? Did you kidnap that beautiful girl?"

A foreign man's teasing laughter came from the other end of the phone, and then he said, "We don't have enough time for training today, come and play basketball."

"understood."

Ling Che answered the call in fluent foreign language and hung up.

Meeting Qiao Ruyi's puzzled eyes, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face and took her hand, "Come on, play ball with me."

Qiao Ruyi was led forward by him. She couldn't understand why they hadn't seen each other for three years...

Ling Che still has the mood to play basketball?

Shouldn't we find a place now to explain everything that has happened in the past three years?

He held Qiao Ruyi's hand tightly in his and followed him to the basketball court.

Seeing the two of them coming back hand in hand, the group of foreign boys started whistling.

"CHE, is the progress so fast?"

Ling Che raised the corners of his lips and chuckled, "Of course, she's already my wife."

The group of boys exclaimed in disbelief and made jokes one after another.

As Qiao Ruyi listened to Ling Che joking with them, she suddenly felt as if she was in another world.

"Sit here."

Ling Che took her to a lounge chair to rest, put the coat he had taken off earlier on her legs, and opened a bottle of water for her and placed it in her hand.

"Wait a moment." He squatted in front of her, looked up at her with a smile, "We'll leave after the fight."

Qiao Ruyi met his beautiful eyes and nodded.

Then she immediately saw his handsome eyebrows slightly frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with her response.

Qiao Ruyi thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Hearing this, Ling Che smiled and stood up to play basketball.

Qiao Ruyi sat on a lounge chair in the corner and could see Ling Che running freely on the court with the basketball. His movements and speed were still as agile as before, and dribbling and shooting were easy for him.

She had never seen Ling Che play basketball before, but she had only seen him beat others.

She suddenly remembered that three years ago she asked Ling Che what kind of life she would live as an ordinary person.

Now she seemed to see it.

If Ling Che was just an ordinary person, he would probably play ball with a group of friends and have fun.

I don’t know if I was too engrossed in watching it or if time passed too quickly.

Not long after, their game was over.

He was sweating profusely when he came over.

Qiao Ruyi quickly got up, handed him the water in her hand, took out a wet wipe from her bag, and stood on tiptoe to wipe the sweat off his face.

"CHE, today's rehabilitation training is over."

The foreign boy came over and glanced at the time on his wrist. "Two hours, just right."

Ling Che raised his head and took a sip of water, "Thank you."

"Rehabilitation training?" Qiao Ruyi grasped the key point from their conversation and looked at Ling Che. "What kind of rehabilitation training?"

Ling Che drank some water and raised his eyebrows, then he remembered that she was always good at grasping the key points.

Qiao Ruyi didn't intend to ask him. Instead, she turned around and asked the foreign boy in fluent foreign language, "What kind of rehabilitation training is he doing? Is he playing basketball for recovery?"

"That's right." The foreign boy said with a smile, "The doctor said playing basketball can help him quickly mobilize all the muscles in his body. Two hours a day. Today -"

"That's about it." Ling Che interrupted him and glanced at him, "Talking so much to my wife, I'll be angry."

Hearing his jealous words, the boy ran away laughing.

When Ling Che turned around, he met Qiao Ruyi's puzzled eyes, as if she was waiting for his answer.

Ling Che picked up the coat on the chair, took her hand, and pretended to stretch his muscles. "You're getting old, you need to move more."

The hand in his palm suddenly broke free, and Ling Che saw those stubborn eyes and knew that she would not agree without knowing the answer.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth." He lowered his eyes and looked at Qiao Ruyi, "I was injured a little before. I didn't go back to see you because of the injury. I've recovered recently and am doing rehabilitation training."