Nan jiateng was really good-tempered and patient when he faced Cha Qing Luo.
No matter how angry and unhappy Cha Qing Luo was, he would patiently coax her.
In fact, Nan Jateng had never thought that he would one day be so patient and careful with someone.
And this person was his wife, his Qing Luo. She was the person he loved the most.
Seeing her cry and seeing her sad, he felt even worse than her. His heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe.
In the past, Nan jiateng had never thought that his heart would ache so much for a person. But there was nothing he could do when his heart ached for her. He could only protect and pamper her well.
As long as she didn't cry or feel bad, it would be fine.
Nan jiateng saw that Cha Qing Luo's mood had improved a little, so he lowered his head and gently kissed her eyes, kissing away her tears.
Nan jiateng's movements were very gentle. Cha Qing Luo could feel his care through her eyes and the heat of his lips.
