Murdering an Elderly Caretaker

"Xueyue, wait!" Li Chenyang called out when he saw a distinct figure in the distance. Her white hanfu fluttered in the wind as her hair danced in the direction of the soft breeze. When she glanced back, he was awestruck by her beauty. She truly resembled a fairy from the Heavens. 

Li Chenyang knew he was protective of her. He couldn't help it. He'd never want her to fall in the wrong hands. The day her sleeves would be tainted with sins would be the day he would sacrifice everything to save her from harm.

"Xueyue," Li Chenyang called when he caught up to her. "You're on the verge of tears," he pointed out. He frowned upon seeing her moistened eyes. 

"It must've been difficult to admit that," he grumbled. He lifted a hand to wipe the tears away but she did it herself before he could. 

"It's nothing, don't worry about me, Chen-ge. How's Minghua? I think she might've been overcome with shock."