Nan Hua looked at Long Qian Xing.
Her black obsidian eyes flickered slightly as she stepped forward and raised her free hand, placing it on Long Qian Xing's cheek.
The distance between the two of them were shortened. They were now very close to each other, so close that they could see each other's face in their eyes. In this distance, it felt as if their entire world was completely filled by the other party.
Nan Hua looked at Long Qian Xing seriously and then said, "I love you, Ah Xing. So, don't die on me."
Long Qian Xing paused.
The words were blunt and sounded very simple. Looking at the young woman's gaze, Long Qian Xing could guess that she knew what he meant when he said that he would be the one protecting her.
But Nan Hua has never been the person who needed others to protect her.
