Seeing An Yiqing in this state, a trace of helplessness flashed through Gu Yelin's doting black eyes. He carried the person in his arms onto his lap, gently patting her little bottom. The body in his arms obviously trembled slightly, then nestled closer, much like a little kitten snuggling against his chest.
"I know you're eager to break through the bottleneck, but constantly getting hurt makes both Little Bao and me heartbroken."
An Yiqing bit down on her red lips, lifted her head, and gazed at him with her big eyes, "I know. But Ah Lin, I'm anxious."
Gu Yelin sighed and hugged her tightly. He understood her feelings; after all, the Heavenly Dao would arrive in just a year, who wouldn't be anxious? Right now, he wished he could charge straight to the Saint Stage to protect her from harm. A hint of guilt flickered in his eyes, but it was immediately caught by An Yiqing's keen perception. She raised her hand to touch his eyes and gently kissed his face.
