Ning Xin's eyes were barely open, her fan-like eyelashes faintly trembling. Her breathing was very shallow, so shallow that it was as though she would disappear at any time.
"Because I admire you a lot."
After a brief moment, the young girl opened her eyes, a pair of eyes that appeared as though they could speak, and silently stared at the man in front of her, a weak smile appearing on her pretty face.
Yun Qingya's heart trembled, his arm unconsciously tightly holding the girl's body.
