Xing Chen sensed something wrong in Ran Xiangsi's tone. He released her hand and turned to look into her eyes.
Seeing her slightly lonely appearance, he thought she was still thinking about her childhood.
With a sigh, he let go.
"Who taught you to do all this?" he asked, discovering that he couldn't help but look around at the arrangements.
These weren't just small candles; what he saw was her incredibly sincere heart.
To do all this for him with her own hands, he could feel her emotions.
"Who else? I'm a genius! Of course, I taught myself!" Ran Xiangsi snapped back to reality and couldn't help but boast.
She hugged his waist and buried her face in his chest.
In her ears, the strong and powerful heartbeat symbolized a tenacious vitality.
Ran Xiangsi realized she had started to become addicted to his embrace...
"Xing Chen, I will protect you. So, don't be afraid. There's nothing by the river anymore, no one can hurt you again."
