With a Sword in Hand, He Was Shining

She said, his father must not be a thief.

The past was one of the biggest thorns in his heart, just a slight touch would cause him immense pain. Lu Yan's eyes started getting a little bloodshot and he stretched his arm out, grasping her waist and pulling her right into his arms.

"Let me hug you for awhile." He buried his face in her hair.

An'an just stood there, letting him hug her without making a sound. She lifted her hand to ruffle his hair. "My Little Yan, be good, I'll dote on you well in the future."

She was pacifying him just like she was coaxing a puppy. The corners of Lu Yan's lips raised into a smile. "Little rascal, you're getting more daring now."

An'an laughed and hugged him tightly.