Mo Yan Tang

Five years ago, she saved him but lost the most precious thing a girl could have.
Five years later, he descended from the heavens to protect her peace and guard her safety.
Yet, she said, "I'm sorry, but we're not familiar."
He smirked, "I know about the birthmark on your body. Wouldn't you say we are familiar?"
She harbored secrets, feigned weakness, and endured for many years. While she abided by the world, she was cold and evasive towards him.
He held a high social status, controlling everything around him. He was cold-hearted towards the world, yet only tender down to the bone to her.
Until one day, he pulled the little guy who was hiding behind her, "Stealthily making a miniature version of me and you say we're not familiar?"
A small treasure stood in front of her, blinking and staring at him, "Mom said I popped out from a stone crack!"

My Undecipherable Deep Affection

He knew his sister's character well—whenever she encountered something unhappy, she would hide away by herself and slowly lick her wounds.


Although Amanda used to cry a lot as a child, she was very strong.


She would never throw tantrums or make a fuss, she always quietly dealt with her unhappiness by herself.


No matter what unpleasant things happened, given a little time, she would still bounce back and appear in front of him, pulling his hand and acting coquettishly, asking him to take her on an adventure in the caves on West Hill.


Such deep scars, such cruel cuts, could she digest them by herself?


But he was afraid that pushing too hard would make Amanda unable to bear it.


Jesslyn Derei was sobbing, "Brother Ethan, let me keep Amanda company, I'm very worried about her."


"It's okay." Ethan gasped slightly, weakly said, "Trust her, she will get better, she has always been strong."


553 No one can separate us unless I die