Yan Chu's slender fingers tensed, and as he looked down at her curved lips revealing the naive, willing smile of a girl, his Adam's apple moved, "Weiwei..."
He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers, speaking very slowly and patiently, "Then if you don't like him anymore, find someone else who adores and cherishes you, someone who can protect and care for you for a lifetime."
Luo Qiangwei tilted her head, showing a puzzled expression, "Someone who really likes me... is there such a person?"
"Yes," Yan Chu stared into her eyes, gently smiling, "Weiwei, I am that person who really, really likes you. From now on, let me be the one to treasure you, and I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, okay?"
In her drunken haze, Luo Qiangwei beamed a silly grin upon hearing his words, "Okay, then you must keep your word, not be like that bastard Mo Shiche... saying he cares about me on one hand, and..."
