His cheek was only an inch away from hers, and there was no coldness, no resentment, and no anger in his obsidian eyes.
It's light, like the rain flower stones soaked in the stream, very refreshing.
"Forgive me, okay? I'll never do this again!"
His eyes were crooked, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and his smile was bright, dissipating the haze and calculations, and his whole person revealed a rare childlike innocence.
Nuannuan hesitated, why couldn't she vent the anger in her heart when she saw Xi Jian Yunchen like this?
Seeing this, he took her into his arms again.
He gently stroked her long black hair with his hand, just like before.