Trust Me　　

Ling Chuxi's emotions slowly calmed down. At this moment, Huangfu Qingjue's deep voice seemed to have indescribable magic, it possessed a kind of strength that could calm one's heart.

"Little White will definitely return," said Huangfu Qingjue as he gently tucked a few strands of stray hair behind Ling Chuxi's ears with a smile. "Trust me, Little White will definitely return."

"All right," replied Ling Chuxi with a gentle nod.

"Don't be so melancholic. You must eat until you are healthy and plump. Only then will you be truly yourself, the one and only Ling Chuxi." Huangfu Qingjue laughed gently and rubbed Ling Chuxi's head. "All right. I will make a move first. I still have some matters to handle. I will come and see you again."

"Okay," said Ling Chuxi with a gentle nod of her head as she caressed the warm scarf wound around her neck.