Li Xianyun's gaze met Yelu Yan's deep eyes, where the sadness pierced like a sharp sword and overwhelmed like a raging flood.
Her heart softened to a mess, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, nestling in his embrace, and cooed, "Husband, I know I was wrong. Before making decisions in the future, I will surely consider you first and never do anything that worries you, all right?"
Yelu Yan tilted his head and kissed Li Xianyun's cheek, grunting in response, "Xianxian, you must do as you say."
Today, he had truly been terrified. Over the years, he had faced all sorts of perils and life-or-death situations, yet he had never felt such anxiety and despair as he did today.
Li Xianyun obediently grunted in agreement.
Yelu Yan lowered his head to look at her neck.
Li Xianyun raised her hand to touch it, but Yelu Yan grasped her small hand.
"Is it very ugly?" Li Xianyun asked.
"Not ugly, you look good no matter what."
Li Xianyun chuckled lightly, "Flatterer."