The autumn wind brought a slight coolness, blowing over her reddish face. She lowered her head, brushed her hair, and her profile was like a cut...
Lin Jingyuan said: "Don't be afraid. If the sky falls, I will hold it up. No matter what, I won't let you suffer any harm!"
Tang Wan smiled, and there was a hint of determination in that smile. His eyebrows swept over the pink fallen flowers on the ground, which were blown up and down by the wind. Happiness was so short-lived.