The Heart She Is Truly Desired III

Looking at the little woman, whose lips had already turned purple because of the cold, Xian Yijun sighed and put the coat on her body. He buttoned it up one button at a time so she would not get completely chilled.

Looking at the man in front of her, who was so close to her, Wei Zhijuan could only stare at him blankly for a long time before she said in a hoarse voice, "You really didn't leave..."

Xian Yijun patted the snow dust on her shoulders. "Since my appearance is causing you pain, I should definitely leave. But Wei Zhijuan, I can't bear to part with you."

He looked at her with a gentle gaze that had a bit of pity in it. "I want to see you play the piano at the anniversary gala. I want to see if you have come one step closer to your dreams. If nothing unexpected happens, my plane ticket tomorrow -"

Before he could finish his sentence, he paused and looked down at her hand, which had suddenly gripped his wrist tightly.