She stared at him with a pair of clear yet panicked eyes, her gaze filled with longing. A tear mole sat beneath the corner of her right eye. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down to her ears, falling softly without a hint of aggression.,Nan Song stood at the top of the stairs, Zhuo Xuan lay in Yu Jin Wen Hui's arms, looking up at Nan Song with triumphant gleam in her eyes.,Just an hour ago, the sick person smiled and said to me, “I’ve been parading around like I own the place, just give him back to me.”。