Long, crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly. Jian Yixue slowly and gently lifted her head, and her eyes, filled with timidity and unease, met Yan Yichen's deep gaze.
Jian Yixue didn't really know why, but at the moment she met his eyes, she suddenly felt unafraid.
Because she believed, no matter what happened, this man would definitely stand by her side.
"Yan Yichen..." she murmured his name.
Yan Yichen's voice was warm and mellow: "Hmm, I'm here."
A trace of humiliation flashed across Jian Yixue's face, "My brother... came to ask me for money again."
In fact, she didn't want Yan Yichen to know. What girl would want the person she likes to know she is actually living so miserably?
Who doesn't want to live life gloriously?
But she couldn't. She knew she couldn't solve this problem herself, and dragging it out would only make things worse. Asking Yan Yichen for help was the most rational decision.
