"How could it be!" He gently caressed her lips with his thumb, "In my eyes, you will always be the most beautiful woman under the heavens!"
Because he could never get enough of her face.
"You and your smooth talk!" Luo Xiaoqian curled her lips.
Watching that smile bloom like a flower on her face, Leng Zimo's heart was filled with another bout of ache.
Indeed, her lips were made for smiling, her eyes too were made for smiling, and she looked best when smiling.
This person was meant to be cherished, held in the palm of the hand, enjoying the best love the world has to offer. She shouldn't feel sad or hurt, and she definitely shouldn't shed tears.
He wouldn't, he couldn't allow it!
Luo Xiaoqian gazed at the sunlight outside the window, "The sun is about to set, how about we go for a walk?!"
"Alright!" Leng Zimo helped her up, and the two of them went downstairs, walked onto the grass, and watched the sunset together as the night deepened.
