After a pause, Jiang Yao eyed Lu Xingzhi from head to toe and asked again, "Are you so scary?"
The gloomy clouds hovering over Lu Xingzhi's face abruptly dispersed. He reached over and stroked Jiang Yao's head lovingly.
Jiang Yao was probably the only person in the world who couldn't relate him to scary. Even Lu Yuqing, his own sister, said that he looked particularly creepy when he was angry.
On the other hand, the main reason why the people in the county were afraid of him was nothing more than the fear of the Lu family and the social network he had in Jindo.
When the train finally started, Lu Xingzhi pulled her into his arms and held her tight. He was still a little upset although she seemed like she had already forgotten about the horrifying incident that happened before getting on the train.
"Jiang Yao," Lu Xingzhi called out softly and firmly, "I won't let it happen again."
At the moment, Jiang Yao was enjoying the scenic view outside the window. She was a little bewildered when she heard his sudden pledge that she turned to look at him, puzzled.
He simply tickled his lips and didn't explain himself
very amiable and heartwarming. The view that she deemed lifeless and boring in her previous life was now animated and spirited as if they were engulfed by a magical vitality.
arrive. Rest for a while if you're tired," Lu Xingzhi tapped his shoulder as he said, gesturing her to
tired, it's nice to look at the beautiful scenery," Jiang Yao shook her head
habit or instinct that he would observe his surrounding area to analyze his safety and security. When there was nothing suspicious or peculiar, he turned his attention back to Jiang
as soon as they hopped on the train. The scenery outside the window was like
the reflection of the window. She bore a faint but genuine smile, which was
her hands while she placed the other hand on the window as if she wanted to reach for the scenery. Although it might seem uncomfortable for her, she didn't withdraw
holding. She pointed out the window excitedly as
she pointed at. After just one quick glance, he huffed and
running as they were holding the string of the kite. Children at this age were not afraid of the scorching sun that they could still