On her delicate little face was a resolute expression. Yan Ting looked at her, and his heart surged with infinite tenderness. He truly wished he could always spoil her like this, indulge all her little tempers.
"Alright, stay with me, don't leave!" Yan Ting's inner defenses melted at the sight of her big, tear-filled eyes. His heart softened like cotton as he lifted his hand to gently brush aside the messy strands of hair by her ear, smiling lightly as he agreed.
Lin Banxia's eyes brimmed with tears as she stared at the man's slightly pale face, a result of his injury, feeling a pang of deep sorrow.
She instinctively glanced toward the door, then lowered her voice and gritted her teeth in anger: "You'd better get better soon! Don't ever let that villain of an uncle off again. I want to see him suffer miserably as soon as possible."
