C711 What Is Love

The wind gently brushed past Lingmei's long hair and drifted to Ji Yichen's face. He reached out his hand and gently held it in his palm. He did not want to let go anymore.

Those deep eyes that were filled with deep affection were on the road in the morning. Lih Lingmei was reflected in them, like a painting.

Lingmei's body trembled. She subconsciously took half a step back