Beiming Qinghan wasn't a talkative person. The fact that he was able to say this was already very different.
After Lin weiyue heard this, she turned to look at beiming Qinghan. When she saw the fatigue and bloodlust in his eyes, she suddenly felt that she had been too selfish on the way here.
Along the way, she only cared about her own emotions and did not care about how Gu beiming and Qing Han were.
It wasn't easy for him to take care of her and deal with the assassins along the way.
Looking at the blood vessels in his eyes, he must not have had a good rest.
Even beiming Qinghan felt a little awkward.
He was the most beautiful man and the most young master, but he had aged a little because he had taken care of her along the way.
Lin weiyue sighed in her heart. Then, she reached out and touched beiming Qinghan's eyes."Are you very tired?"
When Lin weiyue said this, her tone naturally carried a sense of heartache.
