C821 Don't Kill Me
Qin Yan gave the little flower to me, and I held her carefully. She looked at me curiously with a pair of eyes as beautiful as Yem Yan's. She didn't cry or make a fuss. I wiped the milk from the corner of her mouth for her and gently held her small hand. I felt that this little person was like a warm stove that warmed my heart... I couldn't bear to part with her