Four gasps rang out from the surrounding area, and even Nanny Zhang, far away in the kitchen, dropped her kitchen knife.
Yan Luo cut off the rest of my words with a hug, pressing my face against his chest.
"I will definitely take you home, Lianhe. Wait for me." He stroked my back one stroke at a time, his grip so strong it hurt. "You won't have to wait ten years... seven years—no, five... In five years, I'll come pick you up and take you home."
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