I'm fine, Yingluo. she pretended to be weak and said softly. Then, she reached out her hands and Rong Zhan lowered his head in tacit understanding. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his chest.
He closed his eyes.
It was as if there was a moment when his heart was particularly at ease.
How long had she been wearing the armor? it seemed so indestructible that no one could get close to her. However, when he rushed up to protect her, her armor seemed to gradually fade away. She looked at him in a daze as he protected her and stood up for her.
How long had it been since he had this feeling?
Sang Xia did not know.
Although the method was rough, it made her feel that she was being protected and cared for, like a treasure in her palm.
It was as if she was an Empress.
and he was her general, her warrior, who was invincible for her.
Sang Xia rubbed her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
