Jiang Xingye knelt on one knee, holding Xu Qinghuan tightly in his arms. She was so soft, yet so fragile. Those red-rimmed eyes of hers—they must have turned red for him.
She was afraid he would die.
His uncle and cousins cared about him and worried for him too, but Huanhuan’s concern and affection were different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why, but the feeling was unmistakable.
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