I miss you.
The few gentle words echoed in his ear, and the man's body instantly stiffened.
He felt as if his heart was being bound by strands of red silk, repeatedly contracting and tightening, with pain and blood surging together.
Yu Chiyin had a brush with death today, and despite his calm exterior, his inner thoughts were complex and turbulent.
Now, hearing her downcast words, he couldn't help but feel an impulsive disregard for everything, breaking his usual composed demeanor.
"...Axuan, I'll come to pick you up."
He truly wanted to rush to Lingzhou immediately and bring her back to his side.
Even Lu Fengxuan could hear him instructing the driver to head to the airport with utmost speed.
"Eh, eh, eh..." Seeing he was serious, Lu Fengxuan's momentary sadness dissipated.
She panicked, urgently calling out to stop the man: "Yu Chiyin, don't play your cards so recklessly."
