A silent sadness spread across her face.
Li Qingcang reached out and squeezed Ye Tianxin's hand firmly. He turned her palm over against his palm prints.
Their palm prints were together, which made it even more beautiful and sweet.
"The only thing that can separate us is death. My little Tianxin, don't worry about it."
Li Qingcang's voice was low and soft, with a gentle and firm strength.
Ye Tianxin's heart gradually became calm and steady.
"Brother Li, do you think I am emotional?"
There were tears in Ye Tianxin's eyes. Her heart was so heavy that she could not breathe.
Yan Lili didn't make Ye Tianxin feel like that, but Ying Yimei gave Ye Tianxin a very dangerous feeling.
That kind of danger caused Ye Tianxin's heart to be filled with indescribable coldness.
Li Qingcang stretched out his hand and took Ye Tianxin in his arms. With a long sigh, he said fondly, "Silly girl."
