Time passed, minute by minute, second by second.
Zhao Lingxi looked increasingly nervous.
"Su Chen, I..." Zhao Lingxi wasn't nervous for herself, but for Su Chen. Just thinking about her aunt's impending arrival made her involuntarily imagine scenes of her aunt killing Su Chen in a fit of anger.
Can she really protect Su Chen?
She was a bit anxious.
Although she was determined to protect Su Chen, what if she couldn't?
At this moment, Zhao Lingxi was like a wanderer who hadn't returned home for a long, long time. One day, she summoned the courage to go back and sat on the train, getting closer and closer to her hometown, closer to her relatives, and her heart became more and more tense.
"Lingxi, you don't need to be nervous." Su Chen said with a smile. He could guess what Zhao Lingxi was thinking, thus he had a good impression of this kind-hearted Little Luo, and couldn't help but comfort her.
