Yan Xiaye's expression tightened as she hurried past Li Beicheng.
She rushed to his side, crouching down to embrace the little one, her eyes like knives cutting towards him, "Li Beicheng, if you dare touch him again, I'll fight you with my life!"
Her gaze, as if facing a formidable enemy, made Li Beicheng stiffen and stop in his tracks.
Looking down at the tightly embraced pair, he suddenly began to fantasize about what the scene might have been like if the child he and she had five years ago hadn't died.
Unfortunately, the deceased cannot be pursued.
Fortunately, Yan Xiaye indeed had a soft heart; as long as Ya'er was willing to work hard at being cute and coquettish in the future, he didn't believe Yan Xiaye would coldly ignore an innocent child indefinitely.
After all, as far as he knew, Yan Xiaye's childhood was anything but happy, which also made her usually too soft-tempered towards children to ever actively use cold violence as a weapon against them.
