To love someone, yet to place such a difficult burden on her - it was his mistake.
"Alright, don't worry, I'm fine." Turning to look at Li An'an's tense little face, Chun Tianle comforted her softly, slightly tilting his head to whisper in her ear, "Do not start a conflict with your aunt after I leave. I'll call you tonight, be good."
His voice was low, but the living room was quiet. Of course, An'an's mother heard it clearly and coughed unhappily.
Chun Tianle looked somewhat embarrassed, he squeezed Li An'an's hand hard and tactfully turned around to leave.
His large palm slid off her backhand, and suddenly a chill crept into her heart through her fingertips.
Even though it was summer, Li An'an suddenly felt a shiver, as if she had stepped into the icy winter from a warm room all at once.