A Panicky Ye Jian

The scorching sun was gone now and the wind was blowing. Camphor leaves were falling as the yellow leaves on the ground were rolled up. A leaf drifted in front of Ye Jian's eyes and the soldier's figure was blurred for that second.

Those words stunned Ye Jian.

Turns out words have the ability to move someone and strike them in their hearts. At that moment, his warmth instantly weaved through her limbs and body. It didn't even give her any chance to reject it, and just like this, it occupied a space in the corner of her heart, breaking down those walls of hers.

Xia Jinyuan chuckled lightly. He didn't see her sorrow from the past in her eyes but saw her freeze up because of him.

"You're in a daze again. When did you have the habit of doing this?" He raised his hand and took the leaves that landed on her head, there was masculinity and warmth in his actions.