Sang nuo was truly afraid. If anything happened to her, what was he going to do?
He really couldn't bear it, and he couldn't bear it.
An Xiaoyang leaned against his wet body and was held tightly by him. Her face was buried in his chest, tears rolling down.
When an Xiaoyang was held tightly in his arms, she didn't know what to say when she heard his anxious voice.
The only thing she could do was to slowly raise her hands and hug him back.
It gave him a real sense of touch.
she told him that she was fine.
sang nuo was truly frightened. it was only when he felt the warmth in his arms that he believed that she had really appeared and that she was not dead.
No one knew how helpless and terrified he was when he couldn't find her after sneaking in and searching for her.
He was afraid, afraid that she had really gotten into an accident.
If that were to happen, he would never be able to forgive himself.