Wei Xi's words carried a hint of playful ambiguity, like wisps of smoke swirling in the air. Chen Pingchuan, however, had lost all of his usual carefree manner. He paused, and after a brief silence, his expression became grave and earnest as he promised, his voice firm, "Alright, I'll take care of you!"
These simple words seemed to carry an immense weight.
Upon hearing them, Wei Xi's eyes instantly reddened, and a shimmer of tears glistened within them. She discreetly raised a hand, wiping away a tear in a moment Chen Pingchuan didn't notice. Then, she lightly tapped his chest and said in a coquettish tone, "You're awful! Don't lie to me, I'll actually believe you!"
Though her words were playful, the slight tremor in her voice betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
