"I'm sorry, Mei Er, it's all my fault." Meir's fingers have been cured by Ye Cheng's Jinyang Zhenqi, and there seems to be no trace of cold injury.

"No, it's all my fault." Mei Er's eyes are full of crystal clear tears at any time. In addition, he is eager to deny Ye Cheng's words and shakes his head. Tears fall down along his cheeks like broken pearls. Such beauties, embellished with tears, are more pitiful.

Ye Cheng's hand touched Mei Er's face gently.

"I shouldn't treat my beneficiaries like that. Twice, you saved Ye Cheng's most important person at the critical moment, so you rushed this kindness. Even if...