Mo Yangyang's voice was soft and pleasant to hear, and there was a slight tremble in her voice.
As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes turned red. Her tender white hands tightly grabbed Xie Xize's sleeve, and the green veins on the back of her hand were faintly discernible.
She pursed her lips and looked at Xie Xize.
Her wet eyes were like those of a young bird, as if they could speak and seemed to be filled with grievances. Xie Xize's heart was violently struck by a huge force.
It made him feel suffocated.
Xie Xize recalled a love poem he had read abroad:I've met thousands of creatures and seen thousands of wonderful things, but in front of you, everything in the past is in vain!
When he saw her eyes, he wished that he could bring all the beauty in the world to her. As long as she wanted it, he would do anything to bring it to her.
As long as he could get her to smile, everything he did would be worth it!
