"Zhao you big-headed ghost, Zhao Lang!"
"Hehe."
Su Xiaoxiao bit her lip, tilting her head to carefully examine Zhao Rong's face.
He was gently cradling her hand as he tenderly rolled up the white cloth, bandaging her wound.
Su Xiaoxiao's charming smile was adorable, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation.
She felt she could never get enough of looking at him, but she wasn't in a hurry, because she had a lifetime ahead of her.
"Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang..."
The little fox demon softly called out again, her pearly teeth and rosy lips, her eyes watery, her voice soft and gentle.
Yet it carried a bit of a nasal tone, a leftover from her recent tears.
"Ah?"
Zhao Rong blinked and looked up.
Seeing her sweetheart looking up at her, Su Xiaoxiao stopped talking, her eyebrows expressing her happiness as she gazed at his face, her eyes as bright as stars.
This was her Zhao Lang.
The only one she wished to spend her life with.