Yelyu Lie perked up his ears and listened.
A few days ago, if anyone dared to say these words in front of him, fearing even ten heads wouldn't be enough to chop off.
Yet hearing her sweet, soft voice, like gentle flowing water, peaceful and powerful, seemed to soothe the soul.
He wasn't angry, nor upset, much calmer than expected.
That night, Yelyu Lie almost didn't close his eyes, staring obsessively at the tender, soft little figure on the couch, his mood extremely complex.
Even though he kept trying to convince himself to take it lightly.
But still felt very uncomfortable.
That kind of feeling, how to say, it's like someone inexplicably dug out a large chunk from his heart, leaving it empty.
Seems like only by watching her, even if just a silhouette, provides comfort.
Yun Chunnuan had her back to Yelyu Lie, her thoughts running deep as well.
