He touched it very carefully, his fingertips crossed her cheeks, so gentle that it seemed to touch the transparent hair on her face.

He looked at her, his movements getting softer and softer, his fingers had already scratched the corner of her lips, and he could easily touch her softness just a little further to the left.

Ding Yiyi moved a little uncomfortable, and her slender fingers seemed to be frightened and moved, and then lingered on the tip of her small nose.

The fingers stayed on the tip of her nose for a short time, and immediately floated upwards and rested around her eyes.

"Your eyes have the look that I like very much." An Ran murmured in a low voice, as if he was just saying it to himself.

Ding Yiyi didn't hear it clearly and asked, "What did you say?"

"Nothing?" He smiled, his fingertips slightly pressed into her soft skin, and exclaimed: "Your skin is so good."

After he praised Ding Yiyi's anxious heart was a little calmer. The doctor put down the scissors in his hand, "Health, the wound has been treated."

"Thank you." Ding Yiyi thanked, and the doctor blinked, "You are the first woman An Ran is so nervous."

She turned her head to look at the man beside her, who didn't care and replied with a gentle smile, "Because she is my best friend."

He aggravated the word "best" and asked casually: "How could she be injured?"

The doctor said, "It was scratched by a knife."

An Ran's gentle expression turned cold after hearing the doctor's words, and his brows frowned, pursing his lips and not speaking.

The ringtone of the cell phone suddenly rang at this time. He frowned and answered it, hung up the phone and said, "I saw another person in the Cathedral of Our Lady who looked very much like her."

"I'll go immediately." Ding Yiyi got up and walked out, her wrist was pulled, so she had to stop and look at him.

"It's a bit far away, I'll take you there." An Ran didn't speak very well and was not in a high mood, but she was still worried that she would go out alone.

Our Lady's Cathedral

Ye Nianmo rushed into the church. There were not many tourists in the church. There were only one Chinese woman holding a camera to take pictures of the patterns on the wall. Ye Chuqing sat in the first row.

"Chu Qing!" Hai Zhuoxuan ran to her, squatted in front of her, put his hand on her knees, and looked a little nervous.

She finally lowered her head, and a bunch of curly hair hung onto her shoulders along her movements. She didn't say anything, and tears hit Hai Zhuoxuan's back of her hand.

He stood up with pain and wanted to hug her into his arms. She silently shrank back and avoided his hug.

Hai Zhuoxuan reached out his hand and stopped in the air, so embarrassed that he didn't know whether to continue moving forward or backward.
Chapter completed!