Reaching out, Si Nan grasped Little Rui's chubby little hand, and said bitterly, "Little one, it seems now I can only rely on you."
In the blink of an eye, three months passed.
Through the scorching summer, into the deep autumn of golden forests.
Tang Yige stepped on the crisp, yellow fallen leaves on the shaded path, the sound of leaves crunching made her involuntarily lift the corners of her lips.
"Yige."
The man's deep, resonant voice came from behind.
Tang Yige didn't turn back and continued stepping on the fallen leaves going forward.
The heavy footsteps crushed the leaves, producing a series of crisp sounds which quickly stopped beside Tang Yige.
Tang Yige glanced at him, noticing the man's slightly nervous expression, then she smiled calmly, "Why, are you afraid this half-blind person will fall to death?"
"Nonsense!"
Lei Yicheng raised his hand and lightly tapped Tang Yige's forehead and said gruffly.
