C478 Worry

He bent down and whispered into Tang Wanxin's ear, "Xin, I'm sorry. I'm late."

Moh Shichen's hand landed on Tang Wanxin's face. When he looked at her thin face, the warmth that had just risen up suddenly became cold.

His gentle big hand pulled Tang Wanxin's hand and placed it by his lips to kiss.

"Xin, it's me, Moh Shichen." His voice sounded a little hoarse beside her ear.

Tang Wanxin