C92 Return

The incense came and went quickly and lightly.

Feeling the person in his arms leave his chest, Chen Yang felt a sense of loss.

Chen Yang touched his cheeks. There were lips marks left by the wood fragrance and the words that he said before it left still lingered in his ears.

"I don't want to argue with your Xiaoman. It's enough as long as I can stay by your side."

Sighing