"Can you stop being so good to me, can you be a little kinder to yourself?"
Lin Zhenxin's fingers clenched into a delicate fist, gently tapping his chest.
"Silly girl, being good to you is a mission engraved in my bones. In this life, I will only be good to you."
Li Yanan chuckled softly, softening the hostility buried deep in his bones over the years.
Lin Zhenxin had never loathed herself as much as she did now.
She hated the self that was held in his palm, cherished to the extreme.
If she were gone, would Yanan's life...
be a little easier?
When the editor-in-chief of VF called her, it was already evening.
Perhaps because Li Yanan had previously mentioned canceling the photoshoot due to issues on his side, the editor-in-chief rescheduled the time with her.
After hanging up, Lin Zhenxin continued searching online about color vision fading.
