Hearing Chen Xueying's soft and familiar voice, Lu Yifan trembled as if he had been hit by lightning. The expression on his face changed constantly, with a little regret, a little tenderness and a little joy Lu Yifan slowly walked to the bed, staring at the Iraqis lying on the bed, slowly stretched out his left hand, gently touched Chen Xueying's face with tears, and said softly: "Xueer, don't worry, I won't leave you! You are my Lu Yifan's woman. I used to be, and I will never let you go again in my life! "

Chen Xueying, lying on the bed, seems to hear Lu Yifan's tender words. Her...