How could Xiao Fan not learn about Xiao Yi Xian's past?
Queen Medusa had not told him; he had paid quite a price to learn it from Xiao Xiao Yan.
What Xiao Fan could never have imagined was that Xiao Yi Xian, who had not even dared to express her feelings, would ultimately choose to die for love so decisively.
If not for Xiao Xiao Yan, Xiao Fan would probably have been kept in the dark for the rest of his life.
"Xian'er... you can't leave me anymore."
"Hmph." Xiao Yi Xian's cheeks flushed crimson, and she could only answer in a soft whimper.
Though she was clearly struggling to catch her breath, she still clung possessively to Xiao Fan.
Soft, fluffy, slender, fragrant.
No longer did she have those emotionless violet-gray eyes. With a glimmer of light adorning them, Xian'er looked more like a little angel untouched by the mortal world.
Holding her slim waist, which could be encircled in one hand, felt like cradling a clear stream from the heavenly lake.
Feeling the joy deep in Xiao Fan's heart, Xiao Yi Xian seemed pleased that she had successfully wrapped him around her finger. Her smiling eyes curved into crescents, carrying a pure beauty that reached straight into one's heart.
"Xian'er, can you let me take responsibility for you?"
Xiao Fan answered the question Xiao Yi Xian had raised earlier, but even if she had not asked, there was no way he could let her go.
This was not a multiple-choice question. It was mandatory.
More accurately, he wanted them all.
"Mhm." It was only a simple response, yet countless words were condensed into that single syllable.
Xiao Fan's answer was cunning, but Xiao Yi Xian had long been prepared. With a gentle smile, she said,
"Taking responsibility isn't