The room fell into a tranquil silence.
Yu Chiyin's brow furrowed ever so slightly into a 'Sichuan' character after hearing her words, and a glimmer of gloom passed through his elongated eyes.
He raised his hand, his fingertip catching a tear from under Lu Fengxuan's eyelid, gently wiping it away before using a wet wipe to dab around her nose.
The man pondered for a moment, "Axuan, don't say things like that anymore."
Lu Fengxuan looked up at him, her apricot eyes clear and bright after crying, the light in them almost blinding, forming a gaze that almost bore into him.
Seeing her lips firmly pressed together, Yu Chiyin chuckled softly, his broad palm extending to pat her head twice lightly, his fingers gently kneading her furrowed brows apart.
Then, with a smile on his lips, his deep and pleasant voice began to rise with a lingering echo,
"Our Axuan has to live a long and healthy life from now on, no more foolish talk, alright!"
