The boy in the wheelchair felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his heart when he heard those two words that contained longing.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, he stared coldly at the little girl who was only two meters away from him.
She wore a worn-out gray long coat and trousers, and embroidered shoes with worn-out edges. Her smooth, silky hair was braided and hung down her back. Her small face, no bigger than a palm, was painted with something grayish-black, but you could still tell that her features were very delicate.
And her large, watery eyes, sparkling like they were filled with starlight, were incredibly captivating.
He rested one hand on the armrest of his wheelchair, while playing with the jade he had just acquired, gazing at the girl whose small hands were tightly clutching her skirt.
Standing behind him, pushing the wheelchair handles, Lieutenant Yang noticed his young master's gloomy expression and assumed it was because someone was blocking his way, which displeased him. He immediately shouted at him:
"Whose brat is this? Move aside."
Suddenly scolded, Hua Qingyan trembled involuntarily, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.
Looking into Ye Minghan's cold and unfamiliar eyes, her heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped, the pain making it hard to breathe.
He didn't know her.
These five words clearly surfaced in her mind. Just as her eyes were blurry with tears, and she was biting her lip, at a loss for what to do, a cold, icy voice came from the air:
"Yang Qing, step back."
These four words exuded a chilling coldness, and his icy, sharp gaze sent shivers down one's spine.
His young master didn't even turn around to look at him, but the chilling tone alone gave Deputy Yang a sense of fear that his head was in danger.
He didn't dare to think too much, immediately lowered his head, let go of the wheelchair handles, and retreated ten meters away. He also ordered his men to quickly clear the area and prevent anyone from entering or leaving.
Within ten meters of the dock, only the handsome young man in the wheelchair and the girl who had forgotten to cry remained.
Ye Minghan looked at the little boy whose face was covered in tears, his brows furrowed. He felt his heart, which had never been moved for years, now throb with pain.
Especially when I see her cry, I have a violent thought that I want to destroy everyone or everything that makes her cry.
This was the first time in fourteen years that he had experienced such a significant emotional upheaval, all because of a little girl he had just met.
His exquisitely handsome face now held a hint of heartache he had never shown before, and his pale red lips parted slightly:
"Come here to me."
His voice, slightly hoarse due to puberty, was mixed with a tenderness that he himself was unaware of.
Standing still, Hua Qingyan saw the coldness in his eyes gradually transform into the familiar tenderness. She could no longer control herself, and ran into his arms, her delicate little hands tightly hugging his neck.
The tears welling up in his eyes could no longer be hidden, and one by one they flowed into Ye Minghan's collar.
Ye Minghan was stunned for a moment when the girl suddenly hugged him, until he felt her warm body temperature and slowly came back to his senses.
That heart, which had been cold for years, suddenly began to warm up, giving rise to a strange feeling of something lost and then regained.
The tears of the person nestled in his arms felt like scalding lava, causing him an unbearable, burning pain.
He has never comforted a child or interacted with a woman since birth, and now that he sees her crying, he feels completely helpless.
His cool eyes were filled with tenderness as he raised his slender, white hand and gently stroked her thin back, soothing her softly:
"Tell your brother, what's your name? Did someone bully you?"
The last, gentle sentence contained a danger that Hua Qingyan was familiar with.
Even if he doesn't know her now, he will still instinctively protect her.
She nuzzled against his neck affectionately before lifting her tear-stained face, which was streaked with two streaks of white skin, and looked at him with a pitiful expression.
His divine face, so close yet unchanged after seven years, remains as captivating as ever.
No, it can't be said that he hasn't changed. He's gotten younger and looks like a teenager.
But his innate sharp aura makes people subconsciously overlook his age.
She met his focused gaze, wiped away the tears streaming down her face with her sleeve, and murmured in a sob:
"My name is Hua Qingyan."
"My father and mother have passed away."
Upon hearing the name "Hua Qingyan," Ye Minghan's heart pounded rapidly; the name seemed to be etched into his very soul.
He looked down at the small, black and white face that was only ten centimeters away from him. The black ash on it had softened under the influence of her tears. She had wiped most of it away with her sleeve, revealing her delicate yet stunning features.
Her unparalleled beauty gave him a sense of familiarity, yet he couldn't quite place her.
He took out a handkerchief he always carried and gently wiped away the dirt from her face.
When her entire small face appeared before him, he was breathless with amazement, as if he had already glimpsed her unparalleled beauty when she grew up.
His slender fingertips gently caressed her smooth, snow-white skin. It was so fair that it seemed as if she had never been exposed to the sun, but it wasn't a sickly white; rather, it was a white with a hint of pink.
Like peach blossoms just beginning to bloom on the branches, with a light pink hue, you can almost smell their faint fragrance if you get close.
He gently brushed away the stray hairs that had fallen across her cheeks, gazing intently at her. "Come back to Jiangdong with your brother."
A barely perceptible, morbid desire for control was hidden deep in his eyes, and his low, husky, and cold tone carried a subtle, unyielding air.
The girl, who knew him very well, obediently nodded, "Mm."
Hearing the satisfactory answer, Ye Minghan's lips curled slightly, and his exquisite, alluring eyes were filled with a hint of a smile. "Good girl, tell your brother, have we met before?"
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