Yelu Yan had always been gentle with Li Xianyun, his lips always curling with a hint of a smile.
Li Xianyun rarely saw him without a smile, which to be honest, was quite frightening.
Seeing him deep in thought without an answer, she continued to rest her little head on the bend of his arm, "I understand."
Her voice was calm, neither joyous nor sorrowful, carrying an indescribable tenderness.
Actually, she had anticipated that Yelu Yan probably wouldn't agree, and she had only asked tentatively.
The border was so far away, a round trip would take a long time, and there were many unforeseen dangers; indeed, it wasn't a very good option.
Yelu Yan raised his hand and touched her smooth, porcelain-like little face, and pulled her into his arms.
Her faint fragrance enveloped him.
"Let's go after the August Festival."
The deep tones of Yelu Yan's voice were pleasant and gentle.
Li Xianyun couldn't help but look up at him, and he was also looking at her.
