Yan Xiaye blushed, tilted her head, and leaned on the man's shoulder, suddenly becoming quiet.
In the past, she would unconsciously want to express gratitude, but after being with Li Yuntang for so long, she could roughly guess what kind of thanks he wanted.
She looked up quietly at the man's handsome profile, pouted her lips, leaned over, and kissed him—a silent expression of gratitude.
From childhood to adulthood, most of the warmth she received was related to Li Yuntang.
His tenderness made up for her past pain and loneliness, giving her the courage and confidence to break free from the shadows of the past, to start anew, and to become a small woman capable of loving and being loved.
Enjoying this moment of warmth with mutual understanding, Yan Xiaye suddenly recalled another matter: "About Yan Shuirou, can I still find her?"
If Yan Shuirou truly never returned, it would be a heavy blow to her.
