Yet even so, Ye Xixi suddenly felt an illusion of being so close yet worlds apart.
Her lips moved slightly, but her throat seemed blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a word.
Wen Zao put away the small silver gun, and the cold aura from earlier gradually dissolved, restoring his usual gentleness.
"Xixi, listen to me. Be good and wait here for me. Italy has been unstable lately, even England too. I have to travel back and forth often and don't have time to be with you and take care of you. So, please, be good and stay in A City waiting for me, alright?"
Wen Zao slowed down his tone, coaxing patiently and persuasively. But Ye Xixi just pressed her lips, silently watching him. That stubborn look, with tears swirling in her eyes, yet she refused to let them fall, made Wen Zao's heart ache and feel agitated.
