"There's nothing here, only me. Only I will protect you." Leng yunchen caressed her hair to comfort her, his eyes full of heartache.
Leng Xiaomo slowly raised her head. Her hair was straight and shoulder-length, and her face was the size of a palm. Her eyes were red and there were tears of fear in them. Leng yunchen's heart ached when he saw her.
When was the last time he had seen her cry?
It was probably many years ago, when she was thin and small. He found her on the rooftop outside at night and watched her drink until she was drunk. In the end, she fell into his arms and cried until she was about to faint.
After that, she had always been cold, unsmiling, and had very little expression on her face.
At that moment, Leng yunchen really could not describe how he felt when he saw her red eyes, but it really did not feel good.
"Little Mo, what did you dream of?"
