Under Qin Lu's dark and long eyelashes, he hid his clear emotions.
He reached out, his slightly cold fingertips lightly touching her cheek.
The smile on Nan Yan's face froze, and her back couldn't help but straighten. Even her breathing became much lighter.
"Brother?"
Don't look at her like that!
The pressure was too much!
"Yes..." Qin Lu suppressed his emotions, bent down, leaned closer to her, and gently embraced her. "Yan Yan, you did well."
Just now, he had heard the words of the villagers from the surveillance.
It was completely different from the nonchalant tone Nan Yan had used to narrate it earlier.
He could even imagine a thin girl, enduring humiliation in that cold and dirty home.
For her to grow up, survive until the An family came to take her back, how difficult it must have been...
And yet, despite all that she had endured, there was no trace of darkness in her. She remained passionate and radiant.
