Xia Ling could not open her eyes. She felt a burning pain in her heart.
She could still hear the whistling of the men. A sense of grievance suddenly filled her heart and reddened her delicate nose.
At this moment, Xia Ling was very wronged.
At this moment, a large hand reached over and held her charming little face. “Let me take a look at your eyes.”
Xia Ling’s fan-like feathers were wet from the sparkling water droplets. They trembled slightly like the cicada wings of a butterfly. She was astonishingly beautiful.
She was delighted. The person who came was... Xuan Ying?
“Angel, it’s okay. Relax. I’ll use a towel to wipe your eyes.”
It was young master Hua!
It was not Xuan Ying!
The hope in Xia Ling’s heart was shattered. It was not him, not him!
