"Leng Youchen!" Wei Anning called softly, "I promise you, once the matters in London are settled, I'll come to you, and we can start over. Now, listen to me and leave here."
Last night, she thought long and hard, persuading him to leave London, keeping him away from danger was what she desperately needed to do now.
Gong Zhen harbored murderous intent towards him, even if he narrowly escaped this time, and the next, as long as the assassinations continued, he would inevitably slip up.
"With you here, where else can I go?" Leng Youchen asked hoarsely. No matter if it was hell, he'd stay wherever she was.
Wei Anning's heart trembled, tears suddenly started to flow, "But you're in great danger, I don't want you to be in danger, do you understand?"
Leng Youchen cupped her face, staring intently at her, "Wei Anning, if you really worry about me, then don't push me away again. Compared to the dangers outside, it's your indifference that truly kills invisibly."
