She admired the scenery, while he gazed upon her.
"It is indeed beautiful!"
Beside her, Leng Zimo murmured softly.
Her outfit was the simplest: a white T-shirt and jeans, just as he first t her. The night breeze lifted the hair casually draped over her shoulders, revealing her face, unadorned with makeup, simple yet delightful.
Feeling his gaze, Luo Xiaoqian turned her eyes towards him, and her face turned red. "Why are you looking at ?"
"I like it!"
He declared domineeringly, naturally extending his arm to embrace her.
Throughout his journey, he had seen too much of the world’s various landscapes, the glitz, and the glamour that could not attract his attention.
It was her simplicity and purity that he cherished the most.
In his eyes, this bustling tropolis, even the capital of the world, was just a backdrop for her.
Luo Xiaoqian knew what he wanted to do, yet she neither escaped nor resisted, feeling sowhat shy, she only slightly lowered her lashes, not daring to et his gaze.
"Look at ."
He whispered.
Obediently, she lifted her face and saw her reflection in his dark pupils.
Leng Zimo exerted a gentle force, supporting her waist as he lifted her onto the railing.
At this height, the gaze of both people was exactly level.
"Luo Xiaoqian, listen carefully!" Staring into her eyes, he spoke deeply, "You’ve never been ordinary, and you will never have to look up to . In front of you, I am neither a Heavenly King nor Emperor Leng. In front of you, I am nothing—I’m just a man who has fallen in love with a woman, and you, you are my Princess!"
That day, she had written in the CD cover that she would strive to improve, hoping to stand shoulder to shoulder with him soday.
He was aware of her humility and that’s why he spoke these words to her.
He was not one to enjoy speaking extensively, but he rembered every word she had said. Although he usually preferred not to say too much, he would try his best to express himself to make her understand.
Luo Xiaoqian knew that for soone as proud as him, it was not easy to say such words to her.
From his eyes, she saw how much he treasured her.
Her throat seed clogged and she couldn’t speak, "Zimo, I..."
What had she done to deserve him?
Cradling her face, Leng Zimo whispered two words.
"Worthy."
The words she had not spoken, he had already guessed.
She was even more at a loss for words, her eyes growing warm, and tears began to stream down without her realizing.
"Little Fool, why the tears?"
He cursed softly, then lifted his hand to wipe away her tears.
Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to wipe her face, forcing a smile while the tears continued to flow.
"Crybaby, your smile is so ugly it’s killing !"
He complained while helping her wipe the tears, his tone carried no bla, only tenderness.
She laughed even more vigorously, yet tears would not stop flowing. So she simply flung herself onto his shoulders, using his shirt to wipe her eyes.
At that mont, Leng Zimo’s phone suddenly buzzed insistently.
He frowned slightly, not wanting to be bothered, but Luo Xiaoqian had already sat up obediently, taking the handkerchief from his hand to wipe her face, gesturing with her eyes for him to answer the call.
Leng Zimo took out his phone and seeing Zhuo Yannan’s number, he answered the call with a hint of confusion.
"Hello?"
"President Leng, do you know where Luo Xiaoqian is?!" Zhuo Yannan’s voice was very urgent.
Leng Zimo glanced at Luo Xiaoqian, still wiping her tears. "What happened?"
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Phew, I’ve flown back again. Although Hainan is nice, it’s not as good as ho, good night everyone.
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