Xuanyuan Luo approached Shen Jingli and stood firmly in front of her. Shen Jingli raised his head and saw Xuanyuan Luo standing in front of him. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He was longing for the light. But she still did not say anything. She was weak, but her poor self-esteem made her feel ashamed to beg him. This was her last bit of pride.
Xuanyuan Luo saw her quickly lower her head, and the trace of hope in her eyes did not escape his eyes. Jing'er, are you still so stubborn? You are very afraid of this place, but why don't you beg me? Are you still looking forward to Xuanyuan Yi coming to save you? You sit next to her, and use your rough fingers to gently tidy Shen Jingli's disheveled hair. Then you pull over Shen Jingli and let her cover her head on her chest.
Shen Jing
