the most romantic thing (8)

Qin mo lowered his head and he Huan sat on his lap. She looked up at him nervously and helplessly.

Of course, he could see he Huan's uneasiness and pleading.

qin mo's fingers gently touched her small face and he sighed softly. " "You really want to keep her by your side?"

he huan said yes and then looked at him.

Qin mo sighed again. he Huan, this is her mission. She has to bear the responsibility.

He Huan bit her lip, and the color of her lips almost faded. After a long time, she said she understood.

"are you angry?" he Huan, I just wanted to tell you that yihuan is not as weak as you think. You're in your early 20s and you've left the country alone, " Qin mo said in a low voice.

he huan lowered her eyes. " but i was very happy before i was a teenager. i didn't have that many responsibilities. "

"Were you happy before you were ten?" Qin mo stretched out his hand to turn her face and lowered his voice. "Is that so, he Huan? do you feel very happy?"