But the physical and mental wounds he suffered were far more than hundreds of times worse. Fear that he could never reach his ideal peak again.
Thinking of this, Zi Ruoxi's heart was filled with sorrow and lament!
Moved, Zi Ruoxi gently placed her slender fingers on his face, such a delicate and handsome face, such a clean boy, for her, he ruined himself. How could she not be touched...
I'm sorry, I really didn't want you to be like this...
Seeing your sorrow, my heart will ache too...
In those clear, large eyes filled with affection, Zi Ruoxi slowly moved her flower-like lips, kissed his somewhat parched lips, and offered him her gentle tenderness like water...
Hmm...
Han Wenxi felt his heart was filled by her, his mind so empty that he could think of nothing else, warm, very warm, overflowing with love, spreading to every cell in his body.
