"So An Ziqing is truly important to Jia Luo! Over these years, An Ziqing has had it the hardest, hasn't she? Looking at someone who resembles Jia Luo, her heart has always been with you!" Gu Yifeng pointed at Ling Chuan's heart.
A warm stream flowed softly within Ling Chuan's heart.
Thinking of An Ziqing, he stood up and strode into the room.
The woman inside was already sleeping soundly.
The medicine sent by Gu Yifeng was all used.
He lifted the quilt and lay down gently, not daring to hold her, afraid of disturbing her wounds.
Lying beside her felt a bit distant, moving closer, he feared causing her pain.
No way he lay was satisfactory.
Then he was afraid of waking her.
Ling Chuan simply turned over and sat up, sitting by the bed, watching her steadily closed eyes.
Her long eyelashes would sometimes flutter.
She was the same when she was young.
Her eyelashes fluttering, extraordinarily beautiful.
Her eyelashes are natural, very long and thick.
