On the plane, Yan Zhen held Wen Lunhua's hand tightly, and her eyes as clear as an ancient well rested on his delicate face with nostalgia.
Wen Lunhua smiled, his loving eyes resting on her beautiful face.
If it weren't for the seat belts that tied them together, he couldn't help but hold her in his arms.
I really want to care for her and love her, but...
The two pairs of eyes were entangled in mid-air, as if there was no force to separate them.
The young man found a crystal teardrop lingering under her clear eyes.
His long and slender fingers slid across her face, resting quietly under her eyes, and lovingly wiped away the crystal teardrop.
"We agreed not to cry anymore." The young man scolded softly, his eyes flashing with his unique doting on her.
"Yeah." Yan Zhen nodded and sniffed.
"I like to see you smile. Can you smile for me every day from now on?" The young man smiled with an extremely handsome smile. It was the most beautiful and tenderest smile that Yan Zhen had seen from him.
In the villa, they talked for a long time, but he refused to let her accompany him abroad. After her coercion and coercion, he finally agreed. She promised that he would study by himself every day, never fall behind on his homework, and would not give him a chance to refute.
Yan Zhen tried her best to smile, but that smile was uglier than crying.
The young man shook his head, indicating that he didn't like this smile.
Yan Zhen rested her head on his shoulder helplessly, her voice unable to hide her sobs, "Hua, will you always stay with me?"
The young man held her face and said, "Yes, even if I am gone, my soul will always be with you."
The girl covered his mouth and said, "I don't allow you to talk nonsense."
The young man kissed her fingers gently, a wave of dizziness struck him, and his face instantly turned pale as paper.
"Hua, what's wrong with you?" Yan Zhen was shocked and about to jump up.
The young man said weakly, "It's okay, I'm just a little airsick. I just need to rest."
"Is it possible that the disease has relapsed?" Yan Zhen was so worried that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
"It's okay, just ask the stewardess to give me a glass of boiled water."
Yan Zhen was so frightened that her whole body trembled. She raised her hands and shouted, "Miss stewardess, please bring a glass of boiled water."
Because of the loud sound, everyone couldn't help but look at her. They saw her anxious face, and then looked at the weak young man next to her who looked airsick, so they all started laughing.
"What a loving couple. It looks like she wants to hurt him." Someone murmured in a low voice.
The beautiful stewardess immediately brought a glass of water and asked them if they needed any help. Yan Zhen shook her head and quickly gave Wen Lunhua some water.