His devout expression made it seem to those unaware of the situation that he was worshipping some deity.
Her once flawless white jade feet are now covered with scars of varying sizes and depths, causing her even more pain.
I don't know if it can ever be restored to its original state.
The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and glistening tears rolled down her cheeks again, still wet with tears.
The sobbing was like tiny knives, slowly cutting into Ye Minghan's aching heart.
He licked the blood off her little feet with the tip of his tongue, then looked up at the girl who was crying again.
Her once radiant eyes were now red like a rabbit's, and her rosy cheeks were streaked with burning tears.
At that moment, his heart felt like it had been torn apart and then put back together.
Those teardrops seemed to transform into ropes, twisting and turning, writhing his heart.
His eyes were bloodshot, harboring a bloodthirsty and violent intent, as if he wished he could bomb that burned-down island a thousand or eight hundred more times.
The veins on the back of his hand stood out as he desperately suppressed his earth-shattering killing intent.
Even though he was in a state of rage and had lost his mind, the large hand that held the girl's small feet was still very light, for fear of hurting her.
He turned around, took the special ointment from the table, twisted off the cap, dabbed some on his fingertip, and applied it evenly to each small wound.
Each of these wounds was like a burning stick, relentlessly lashing his heart.
This led him to develop the idea of destroying the world.
Fortunately, his remaining rationality stopped him; he couldn't do that again.
This is his last chance to protect his beloved; he cannot put her in danger.
After applying the ointment, he stood up and pulled the girl, who seemed to be made of water, into his arms.
His slender fingers lifted her chin, and he lowered his head to wipe away the tears that dripped onto her fair face, before placing a lingering kiss on her cheek.
The child, treated with gentleness, slowly stopped crying, wrapped her small hands around the back of his neck, and softly spoke:
"Hanhan, will my feet be scarred?"
"Scars are so ugly."
The last four words were tinged with a deep sob, making it unbearable to hear.
Ye Minghan gently kissed her delicate lips, his other large hand encircling her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. He turned his head and whispered a solemn promise into her ear:
"Yan Yan, do you remember what I said?"
"I will never let you have a scar."
After he finished speaking, he gently kissed the girl's fair and smooth earlobe, pressed it against the back of her ear, and gradually moved down along the base of her ear.
The woman, lost in infatuation, gradually became ensnared in his gentle comfort.
As for what he said, she had no mind to think about it as her sundress came off.
A minute later, the black pants also pressed down on the skirt.
This anxious and fearful night slowly passed as the two embraced tightly.
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