Lu Qingchuan's body warmth spread to her, the faint warmth making her feel cozy.
His heartbreaking cries tugged at her heartstrings.
Meng Xi'er reached out and cupped his face, whispering, "Stop crying."
"Didn't you promise to take me away?" She gently smiled, "We might run out of time if we don't leave now."
Lu Qingchuan held his breath, his trembling hand touched Meng Xi'er's face, as if confirming if the one in front of him was real, "Xixi..."
He mumbled her name, his sorrow rendering him speechless.
He loved her long and deeply, for so many years that he had lost count.
He had promised to protect her, but couldn't keep any of his promises, even almost letting her down.
His inability disgusted him.
He was far too weak, unable to protect the one he loved.
Lu Qingchuan pulled himself together and continued driving until they reached the airport. It was already dawn.