章 1711: The Son is a Foundling VII

However, he was more careful with her because he could not bear to leave her alone in the world.

The grief that he had experienced in a dream...

He did not want to go through that again.

Nan Xian gently pressed a kiss onto Feng Ruqing's lips.

The kiss was as gentle as the warm breeze.

"Wait for me at home."

Nan Xian turned around and left.

Feng Ruqing stood quietly, staring at Nan Xian's departure figure, lost in thought...

A voice of an old person suddenly came from behind her and brought her thought back.

"Qing'er."

Feng Ruqing turned, and her gaze fell on the old man in red robes. She smiled. "You're looking for me?"

"Yes.." Tian Ya smiled. "When your friend came just now, I happened to pass by and took a look. Unfortunately, you don't have an old man like me in your eyes, and you didn't even notice when I walked up behind you."

Feng Ruqing was speechless.