"Well... let's talk about it later and see if there's a better way," Yan Qingruo sighed.
Chen Qianmo held her in his embrace, tenderly cradling her face, "Fool."
"Qianmo, will you blame me for always meddling in Xiao'an's affairs?" Yan Qingruo asked with blinking eyes.
She couldn't quite explain why she felt such a peculiar affection towards Xiao'an.
Perhaps it was due to compassion, or perhaps because Xiao'an's background was somewhat similar to hers.
But deep inside, there was an indescribable emotion, always feeling an incredible closeness to Xiao'an, which made it impossible for her not to care for him.
"I won't. I'm just worried…" Chen Qianmo looked into her glistening eyes.
Her eyes were bright and clear, innocent and pure, like a shallow stream where even the pebbles and the tiniest fish on the riverbed were visible.
"Worried about what?" Yan Qingruo asked with some apprehension.
"I worry that your kindness might hurt you," Chen Qianmo said softly.