Chapter 939: A Year, If Huo Jiao Left, Her Son Would Give He

s deep and intense like ink.He didn't do anything, just stared at her.Wen stared at him, mesmerized by his handsome features. She reached out with a slender finger to trace the bridge of his high nose... thinking his name, but every time she did, it hurt.In that pain, she remembered their first meeting, his soft whisper of "gde" in her ear on a bright morning, him playing the piano for her on a snowy...