Yan Luoxi hated her own tears, symbols of weakness, but today, after visiting her father in the hospital and then learning that she had been injured, she simply couldn't bear it. Life, it turned out, was so fragile.
"But if I know nothing, I'll be even more worried."
Seeing her tears streaming down ceaselessly, Li Yeqi was overcome with heartache. There were many things he couldn't tell her, not because of a lack of trust, but because they were matters that needed to be kept secret.
"Madam, I..."
Yan Luoxi, with tears streaming down her face, looked at his troubled expression, knowing full well that if he was on a mission, then he couldn't speak of it. She said, "Li Yeqi, let's make a promise."
"Hmm?"
"If you're going to do something dangerous, just tell me you're going to 'hunt a tiger.' Don't lie to me about going on a business trip anymore, that worries me. And if you're injured, don't hide it from me." After Yan Luoxi spoke, her voice was nearly choking.
