"Yingying, I'm here." Yan Ye's eyes were deep, his slender fingers tapping on the door.
As the familiar voice penetrated her body, Lian Xinying was jolted awake from her sorrow: "Yan Ye?!"
"It's me." Yan Ye, hearing her hoarse cries, felt a wave of sadness, while the chill in his eyes intensified.
Those damned bastards had actually made his little girl cry like this!
With a 'creak', the bathroom door opened, and Lian Xinying, seeing the familiar figure, threw herself into his broad, warm embrace.
After sniffing, her weak voice came in intermittent sobs: "Why didn't you answer my call? Wuuu... I thought you didn't want me anymore..."
"I wanted to give you a surprise." His luminescent eyes were filled with helplessness.
Holding her tightly in his embrace, he rubbed his chin on top of her head.
His magnetic, deep voice flowed like a gentle stream across her heart, easing the pain in her chest.
