A pair of black and white eyes, as if hiding stars, looked at him, "Li Shengxiao, I know you are worried about me, but I am an adult, and I want to handle this matter myself, can I?"
Li Shengxiao lowered his gaze to her still pale, melon-seed face, his eyebrows knitting together as if he could trap a fly in between.
Oh!
Rong Yan then tiptoed again and stole another peck on his thin lips, "I promise I won't let myself get hurt; I'll definitely resolve this issue completely this time."
She bit her lower lip, her bright eyes well-masked, but they were filled with a sense of bleak confusion, "I want to put an end to the twenty years I've erred in by my own hands, is that okay?"
Li Shengxiao saw the fleeting sorrow and bewilderment in the depths of her eyes, his heart clenched suddenly. His grip on her hand tightened a bit, and with a touch of his thin lips, he said in a deep voice, "You're not allowed to get hurt!"