The night was as gentle as water. A Miao lay in Shen Xinglan's arms, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat. She went closer to him, for fear that she would be unable to hear it tomorrow.

"If I have to leave for so long, will Yaya forget me?"

Yaya was only two years old and was too young to remember her, which was cutting A Miao inside. Maybe when she returned, Yaya would not remember her.

"Then, don't go." Shen Xinglan clung to her as if he ...