It was as though their hearts were connected. The moment she wanted to see him, he was here.
She was the only woman he would ever have in his life. Bai Qinghao felt it was only natural that he treat her well. However, he did not express this.
His heavy voice carried a hint of heartache. "How old are you? You're still crying at this age?"
His heartache only worsened her urge to cry. She buried her face in his chest and responded gloomily. "I'm only nineteen years old. I'm not even twenty yet."
He naturally knew this. If she was twenty, he would already have married her. "Don't cry."
The sound of her crying left him feeling as though someone had stabbed him right in his heart.
She looked up with a smile. "I'm not crying. I'm happy. I mean it!"
