"I've been prepared for this, using most of my Spiritual Power to protect my heart, so I won't be in any danger."
He reached out his thumb to wipe away the tears at the corner of her lips, sighing silently.
He always says he won't let her cry, yet every time it's him who makes her weep.
After venting, Feng Yueya was no longer so angry.
Seeing that he wasn't seriously injured and still needed healing, she helplessly supported him as they continued walking into the house.
"Yue Yaya, are you still mad at me?" Yun Shangyuan was relentless, continuing to ask.
"Hmm..." she responded faintly, but it was clear that most of her anger had dissipated.
"I promise you, from now on, I'll cherish my life and not let myself get hurt easily."
"Hmm." Her voice remained faint.
"Please don't be mad, okay?"
"Hmm." The tone of her voice hadn't changed.
"..."
..........
In the blink of an eye, autumn arrived.
Feng Yueya's belly had swelled, looking as if a small watermelon was tucked inside.
