Sad

Chen Qing looked at Lina and panicked. His mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. He took a step forward and raised his hand to help Lina wipe her tears. His voice trembled slightly. "Seventh Princess…"

Lina looked up at Chen Qing.

Seventh Princess.

Even now, she was still the seventh princess of the European country in his eyes.

She raised her hand and shook off Chen Qing's hand. A tear inadvertently fell on the back of Chen Qing's hand. Chen Qing felt that the tear was like boiling lava that would corrode his hand and his entire body.

"I've already said it." Lina took another step back. Even though there were tears on her face, she still suppressed them. "Please stay away from me in the future, Mr. Chen. Otherwise, my fiancé will be angry."

"Also, I'll misunderstand what you mean. Mr. Chen, we're both adults. Please don't give each other the wrong impression."