C1527 Young Master Ye's Maid 1447

The deep end was gone in the choking sound, and her heart felt as if it were being tugged at by countless forces, so painful that she could not breathe.

She handed over a white handkerchief and raised her teary eyes. Ye Nianmo had appeared out of nowhere and had been standing there for an unknown amount of time.

She raised her hand and knocked off the handkerchief. She shouted in a low voice