"Darling, don't cry!"

listen to the voice of still tenderness like a fountain of water, the tears of Yan, but also surging. How can she not cry when she sees her lover like this? How can we stop the tears that have settled the dike, and how can we rest?

Yuyan wants to rely on his warm chest all the time and hug each other. But thinking of the ferocious fragments that enter his chest, Yuyan will push him away and leave his arms. She can't bring him any more harm

However, Yu Yan, who has tried her best to push, is still firm and tight. How can she compare...