A simple, carefree phrase, yet overflowing with deep emotion, promises to never leave, to face life and death together.
Mu Qianyue's eyes became even redder, tears rolling down, but her gaze was fixed on him, "Fool, doesn't it hurt you? If you encounter danger, what will I do? What will Little Ling do?"
"My lady, it doesn't hurt, really it doesn't." Nalan Jing held her hands, placing them on his chest, on those scars, his handsome face showing a clean, bright smile, his voice tender and intoxicating, like a warm winter breeze.
Compared to these physical pains, how could they outweigh the fear and loss in his heart?
As long as she returned safely, he feared nothing.
He only feared she might get lost in the endless Void Space, thankfully Sheng'er saved Yue'er's life.
