Lin Qiyuan held his hand tightly. His beautiful nails had already fallen into his palm, and his hands had turned pale. "Alright then, but I will visit you often. You are not allowed to keep me from entering. Do you understand?" Lin Qiyuan said gently, but his hand gripped even harder, as if he couldn't live without it.

'"No," An Zixi said, "I'll come and see you. You're so busy. You must be very tired when you get home. Besides, it's not safe to drive. Besides, you're still so ...