The sun slowly rose to its peak.
Ye Tianxin was parched, but Li Qingcang was still unmoved.
"Brother Li, why don't you just admit it already? Are you in love with someone else?"
Li Qingcang stood up straight, and looked at the aggrieved Ye Tianxin. Finally, he couldn't help reaching out and gently rubbing the hair on Ye Tianxin's head.
He reached out and gave Ye Tianxin a flick between her eyes lightly.
Ye Tianxin clutched her forehead and exclaimed, "Why did you flick my forehead? That hurt!"
A suppressed laugh came from Li Qingcang's chest, and he put the windbreaker on her head.
Then he knelt down and carried Ye Tianxin on his back, then walked over slowly.
Ye Tianxin put her hands around Li Qingcang's neck.
When she smelled the cold, snow-like breath of Li Qingcang's body, her eyes were filled with crystal tears, that rolled down from her eyes and dripped onto Li Qingcang's neck.
