"Jerk!" The moment Chen Ling saw Ye Feng, tears involuntarily streamed down her face, as she remembered the grievances she had suffered these days. She couldn't help but grasp Ye Feng's hand, appearing especially aggrieved.
"Silly girl, stop crying, or you won't be pretty anymore," Ye Feng said with a pained expression, looking at Chen Ling. He felt utterly useless for letting Chen Ling suffer such grievances.
"Hmph, if I'm not pretty anymore, will you still love me?" Chen Ling cooed with a chide, wiping away her tears and asked with hopeful eyes.
"Even if you turned into an ugly witch, an old crone, I would still love you until the heavens fall and the earth splits," Ye Feng said in a gentle tone, holding Chen Ling tightly in front of him, whispering to her.
