Xiao Chen looked at his suddenly empty hand, feeling as if the warmth of her cheek was still lingering in his palm.
Just like that day above the Abyss, her fingertips brushed past his palm, and yet he didn't catch her, watching helplessly as she fell into the Abyss.
A fierce stabbing pain suddenly tore through his chest.
It must be heaven's favor for returning Lan Yue to him.
Xiao Chen suddenly extended his hand, pulling her into his arms tightly.
Murmuring, he spoke, "Lan Yue, I've caught you. This time, I'll hold onto you tightly and never let go."
Chu Yu was stunned for a moment. His chest was so broad and warm that it made one reluctant to leave.
She felt that ever since meeting this man, she had become quite strange, not understanding why she was having such odd reactions and feelings.
"Lan Yue, this time I will hold you tight."
But upon hearing his words, Chu Yu clearly understood that everything was just because of her face.
