"Don't cry."
He reached out to wipe away her tears, kissed the corner of her eye, pulled her up, and embraced her tightly.
He thought he might really be about to fall ill. He couldn't remember at all what had just happened, nor why he had made the little girl cry. Lu Feng wasn't here; neither was Lin Ling! He couldn't get any clues.
An Yan lay quietly in his arms. She didn't know what else she could say. Growing up, this was the first time she had experienced a love confession. According to TV drama plots, either he would accept, and the two of them would sweetly start dating, or he would refuse, and they would part ways. But what did his silence and just holding her mean?
Twilight slowly descended, enveloping the villa in darkness. The courtyard lights flickered on.
Wen Ya came to knock on the door, "Ninth Master, Miss, dinner is ready."
Only then did Li Tianyao let go of An Yan and call out to the door, "Bring it in half an hour."
