He looked at Xia Ruoxin, a tinge of resolve and seriousness sparkling in his eyes. Ruoxin, no matter what happens—believe me, I will stay by your side. I will not let anybody steal you and Rainy away.
Including that Chu Lui.
He picked up his chopsticks again, and for the first time, he felt that the meal was a little hard to swallow. It was not because the taste of the meal had changed; neither was it because it didn't taste good. It had the same taste as before. Just that he had lost his appetite because he had a lot on his mind.
At night—in the quiet and cozy room, Rainy lay beside Xia Ruoxin. Her eyes were wide open as she listened to the story Xia Ruoxin was telling her. She had to listen to a story every day before bed, or she refused to sleep.
In her arms was her dolly. She stuck her face tightly to her doll.
