He carried Yan Anmo to her room, but to his surprise, she was so tired she fell asleep in his arms.
Xi Zhiheng looked at her happily smiling face and suddenly couldn't bear to look at it. He simply wanted to carry her for as long as possible. Even though they were almost at the bed, he couldn't bear to let go.
He knew that England was like a den of tigers and wolves, but he still brought her here.
He had protected Yan Anmo too well in the past. She was so pure, she had no idea how cruel people could be. But, tomorrow, she was going to understand true human nature.
He hoped that in the future, when he wasn't around, she would be bullied less.
"Uncle Seven...don't leave me..." Yan Anmo mumbled in her sleep. It broke Xi Zhiheng's heart and it shattered into multiple pieces that no one could touch. If they touched it, they would bleed non-stop.