You'll Still Have Me, and Xi Xi

But she did not even blink.

It was some time before the door to her room opened and Ye Hao entered. His face was flushed and his eyes still blazed in anger.

He walked toward that small bed and he was familiar with this place because they had spent the night here during the Tomb-Sweeping Festival this year.

"Yan Yan…" Ye Hao said as he sat by her bedside and held her cold hands tightly. Her fingers were as slender as chopsticks but there was a thin layer of callus on her palms. This showed that her family wasn't that well-off and she grew up doing a lot of household chores.