Yan Huan stretched out her arm and wrapped it around his neck.
“Aren’t you very touched? You Didn’t marry the wrong me, did you?”She smiled. Although her mouth still had that unpleasant taste, she didn’t want to argue with him on account of how good-looking he was.
“I’ve never married the wrong you.”Lu Yi kissed her forehead and carefully let her lie down. Of course, he didn’t dare to touch her wound. It hurt every time he touched it, and every time it hurt, he would cry.
He gently stroked Yan Huan’s hair. Yan Huan rested her head on his lap and pulled his hand to play with it.
“Thank you for saving my mother.”
This was what Lu Yi wanted to say to Yan Huan the most. He wanted to thank her for saving ye Ping and also to prevent their family from being destroyed. He still had his mother, his father, and her.
Yan Huan held his hand tightly and placed it on his face, lightly rubbing it.
“I’m someone who doesn’t have a mother. I Won’t let you be without a mother too.”
