The Heir-apparent of Yan, who was like a celestial immortal, was gently wiping the sweat off her Miss with a scarf…

Wei Yuewu had been dreaming. In her dreams, there would always be a weak and sick girl. She looked about seven or eight years old. She held her hand and gently told her, "Younger sister, don't be afraid. Don't worry, elder sister will protect you."

The girl had a pair of gentle eyes. Although her face was pale without a trace of blood, she smiled all ...