Qinghe: "..."
"Baobao."
He called out this name.
Seeing the girl's brow furrow even more, he smiled faintly: "Actually, I've always been waiting. Waiting for the person I deeply love to come back and look at me, even if... just for one day?"
His attitude was almost humble.
He had a guess in his heart, but no certainty.
Yet, even though her brows, her appearance, were no longer like they used to be, her temperament, her charm, retained the flavor of the past.
This is what he sincerely hoped for, what he had been waiting for all along, and upon seeing a glimmer of light now, he couldn't restrain himself.
If the person in front of him was the soul he cherished, he wanted to confess to her, wanted to convey his current feelings.
Marshal slightly tilted his head, a change in expression appeared on his face: "Young Master Xiao?"
She blinked, resembling Dong Huiying's usual manner.
