Listening to him say that, it seems quite impressive...
Yan Xiaye's eyes, as clear as black and white, suddenly brightened, her gloomy mood improving a bit, and the corners of her rosy lips slightly lifted.
Seeing that she finally relaxed a little, Li Yuntang lowered his gaze to look at her.
In early spring, Yan Xiaye wore a high-necked light-colored sweater, with a long black coat over it, simple-style jeans below, paired with white sneakers.
She lowered her head at this moment, half of her face hidden in the stylish collar, looking shy like a naive little girl, every movement provoking tender affection.
He gently grasped her hand, considering carefully before speaking: "Xiaye, no matter what happens, I'll be by your side, facing it together with you."
Yan Xiaye's heart trembled, her eyes unexpectedly reddened.
