When Qiao Xiaon'an met Yun Mo's gloomy yet longing gaze, she felt a wave of sadness.
Considering his recent exhaustion from running around, and all the struggles he had to confront from his closest relatives, his heart must be immensely tired.
With a compassionate heart, she held his hand that was stroking her ear, pressing it against her right cheek, slowly closing her eyes, feeling the warmth in his palm.
She sighed and said,
"Amo, I don't need you to be the richest, most powerful person in this city. I just wish that grandpa, mom, and you are all safe and well."
"..." He was seriously staring at her, even when her eyes were closed, she was still deeply fond of his face.
"No matter the difficulties lying ahead, whether it's a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, I will face them with you."
"..."
"If you want to rule the world, I will accompany you to seize it."
"..."
"If you want to protect FB and grandpa's business, I will accompany you."
"..."
