Luo Zhiyong's few short sentences weren't exactly moving to Fang Pingying, but because this man rarely spoke such words, to Fang Pingying, they were somewhat touching.
Fang Pingying looked at him, and the anger in her heart involuntarily subsided a bit, yet she didn't speak, just kept looking at him.
Luo Zhiyong looked back at Fang Pingying too, then he smiled faintly, reached out and took Fang Pingying's rather rough hands into his own, whispered, "Pingying, after all we've been through, don't you think you can trust me?"
Although the couple had been through a lot, Fang Pingying had always trusted Luo Zhiyong when it came to their feelings, even after they had divorced, she firmly believed in him.
Moreover, afterwards, the two of them went through so much, one could say the trust between them had solidified a bit more.
When it came to feelings, she had never doubted him.
