C915 If He Were to Become the Martial Saint

"Alright, I'm fine now, right?"

At this moment of emotion, Ye Fann embraced Ningshuang's willowy waist and comforted her with a smile, "I promise that I will never let you worry about me ever again."

"Really?"

Ningshuang's eyelashes, which were filled with tears, trembled slightly. She raised her head and stared at Ye Fann with eyes filled with tenderness