Han yichu hugged Huang qingwu very tightly, as if he was afraid that she would leave. His voice was hoarse.
He could not wait to leave this place with Huang qingwu.
He had been too careless. He knew that Huang qingwu might have thought of something and might be unhappy when she came here, but he had still brought her here.
"Qingwu, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Let's leave now," han yichu said.
Seeing han yichu so nervous, Huang qingwu felt bad. Maybe it was her own problem, but why did she make han yichu feel so bad?
She could feel that han yichu really cared about her, and that was why he cared about her emotions.
"Yichu, I'm fine, really. This is your home, so it's my home. We can just stay here."
Although Huang qingwu said so, han yichu did not dare to let her continue to live here. If she continued to have this headache, or if one day she suddenly remembered the past and wanted to leave him, what would he do?
