Wei Anning's heart trembled. She gently held his hand and buried her face in his palm, drawing in that tiny bit of warmth, "Don't be like this, I would rather be the one hurt than have any of you get injured for my sake."
Leng Youchen bent down, one hand resting on the side of the bed, the hand she held lightly gripping her chin. A searing kiss descended, delicately tasting her lips, soothing her worries.
As the kiss ended, he rested his forehead against hers, "How could I bear to let you get hurt?"
That person was like that as well, which is why they so resolutely stood in front of her.
Wei Anning's eyelashes trembled softly, her heart clenched tightly. Not many people knew about her teaching in the mountains. The bodyguards were arranged by the Duke. Who was that assassin working for?
He said she blocked someone's path. Was it Dora, or Daisy, or perhaps one of the two Crown Princes?
Who exactly was her enemy?
