Yang Fei fell silent.
After a long pause, he finally lifted his head, the usual carefree expression gone.
He said earnestly, "Sister Xueyi, just remember that I would never hurt you."
"As for the rest, I'll tell you slowly if there's a chance in the future."
"Mm, I trust you, sister is waiting for you."
Lin Xueyi was a smart woman.
From Yang Fei's unusual behavior, she keenly sensed that behind this seemingly foolish man, there must be a heart-wrenching past that ordinary people couldn't understand.
Lin Xueyi nodded and sighed, "Actually, from you, I always feel a familiar aura."
"My brother, Lin Zi, also carries the same aura, reassuring and warming."
"As for the past, don't talk about it, sister won't ask. Just stay well here with me."
"Lin Zi..."
Yang Fei's heart quivered, and he quickly lowered his head, his eyes slightly moist.
He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, "It's getting late, sister, you should rest early. How about I take the night shift today?"