The resounding words reached her ears, and Ning Xia's thick lashes quivered gently as the handsome visage of the man reflected in her dark pupils, tugging fiercely at a string in her heart, causing it to throb incessantly.
"Ning Xia, if you push me away for such a reason, I will never accept it."
"But..." Ning Xia lightly licked her dry lips, and in her hoarse voice, the palpable hint of dejection, "getting close to me, you really could get hurt, bad things might happen, and even... there's a chance you could lose your life."
She wasn't making this up out of nowhere...
Her child had barely been born before facing an uncertain fate in the vast sea.
And Little Crybaby, he had narrowly avoided being stabbed by a knife.
He himself had also experienced it, walking on the edge of death...
"Whether getting close to me will cost me my life, I don't know."
