A gentle, guilty voice sounded above Yu Li's head.

She raised her head like a reflex, and suddenly met a pair of eyes with a hint of self-blame.

"Yan, Mr. Yan?"

Yu Li had not completely recovered from the shock, so she was not aware of the man's emotions.

"it's me."

Looking down at the woman whose face was as pale as paper, Yan Shiheng's heart ached.

He suppressed the urge to hold her in his arms and comforted Yu Li with as gentle a voice as ...