The look of nervous worry on her face made Nan Yuling's eyes fluctuate.
How much he had wished... that she would show even the slightest bit of concern for him, be anxious for him!
But now, as he watched her worry for him, he felt somewhat reluctant to see her distressed.
The next second, he suddenly lifted his hand, his slender fingers gently caressing her clean little face, then his gaze tenderly watched over her.
"I won't be harmed," he assured her seriously.
He vowed... he would definitely come back alive to see her!
Her trust in his words, however, Su Xingyue couldn't dare believe, not a single word!
She extended her hand, grasping his palm on her cheek, holding on tightly.
"Nan Yuling... please don't go, can you?" she pleaded with him.
"Nan Yuling was silent, lips pursed, afraid he'd soften in the next second from her words.
She could always easily change his mind, his principles...
