Seeing her forced smile brimming with sorrow and self-mockery, Luo Xiao couldn't help but speak out, "Xiao Ran..."
His voice was very soft, and Tong Ran, buffeted by the wind, didn't hear him.
The breeze lifted her jet-black, smooth hair, drifting at her side, further accentuating her delicate and fair face.
Some strands of hair stuck to her lips; Tong Ran extended her pink tongue to lick them away, then used her slender fingers to sweep them back, tucking them behind her dainty ears.
This was a scene that could make any man yearn to protect her, to possess her.
Luo Xiao's hand, reaching out to embrace her shoulders, hesitated mid-air for a long while before he drew it back. He took a deep breath and finally spoke. "Xiao Ran, wait for me, I will definitely... come to take you home."
As long as she waited for him, he was determined not to make her wait too long.
