Huo Jingfeng pressed her hand against his thin lips, his dark depths filled with longing.
Jiang Shuya's eyes shimmered with tears, tear stains at the corners flowing. She slightly opened her mouth, yet trembled without saying a word, and the tears flowed even more violently.
"No rush, take your time, but I only want to hear good news." Huo Jingfeng smiled.
Jiang Shuya was amused by his words. But her smile was gentle and captivating, even with such severe injuries, her face pale, yet elegance seeped through her bones: "Huo Jingfeng, have you really thought it through?"
