Her vision darkened, she couldn't see anything.
The hand covering her eyes was calloused and it hurt her a little when it was against her delicate skin.
But his palm was warm and huge, it felt really dependable and really gave one a strong sense of security.
"Lingling, don't look."
His voice was gentle as he smiled.
Feng Lingxue froze, at a loss of what to do. Xuan Ying suddenly bent over, lifting her up and he started walking. "Tell the West Duke that I've left first."
"Yes."
Xuan Ying carried Feng Lingxue and as he walked, the crowd quickly made way for him. He just left like that, carrying her steadily in his arms. With her face buried in his black trench coat, Feng Lingxue opened her eyes to secretly peep at him.
She could see Xuan Ying lowering his eyes, looking at her too. With the corners of his lips raised, he smiled at her, his gaze full of affection.
