"Xixi." The man's gentle voice echoed in her ear. "Don't be afraid. I will wait for you to think clearly."
How can this man be so gentle and kind?
So nice...that she had no idea what to do, afraid that she couldn't return even one ten-thousandth of his kindness, one ten-thousandth of his gentleness...
Lu Qingchuan's tone, however, became somewhat alarmed, "Xixi, why are you crying?" He reached out and wiped away the tears suddenly streaming down her eyes, "Are you... unhappy? Then I won't mention it anymore. It's my fault, I shouldn't have..."
Meng Xi'er hugged him tightly, her voice choked with emotion, "Qingchuan..."
"What's wrong?"
"Don't be so good to me." Her heart was filled with indescribable joy and confusion. "I'm afraid that you might be disappointed in me, you might not like me anymore, you might leave me alone, what should I do then?"
