He touched her carefully, and his fingertips traced her cheek, so gently that it seemed as if he was directly touching the transparent hairs on her face.

He looked at her, his movements became gentler and gentler, and his fingers had already reached the corners of her lips. He could easily touch her softness by just moving a little further to the left.

Ding Yiyi moved uncomfortably, and the slender fingers moved as if she was frightened, and then lingered on the tip of her small nose.

The finger stayed on the tip of her nose for a short time, then immediately moved up and stopped around her eyes.

"There is a look in your eyes that I like very much." An Ran murmured in a low voice, as if she was just speaking to herself.

Ding Yiyi didn't hear clearly and asked, "What did you say?"

"Nothing?" He smiled, pressed his fingertips slightly, dug into her soft skin, and praised, "Your skin is so good."

Ding Yiyi's anxious heart felt a little calm after being praised like this. The doctor put down the scissors in his hand and said, "Okay, the wound has been taken care of."

"Thank you." Ding Yiyi thanked her, and the doctor blinked, "You are the first woman in An Ran who has been so nervous."

She turned to look at the man next to her. The latter didn't care and gave her a gentle smile, "Because she is my best friend."

He emphasized the word "best" and then asked casually: "How could she be injured?"

The doctor said: "It was scratched by a knife."

An Ran's gentle expression turned cold after hearing the doctor's words, her brows furrowed, and she pursed her lips and said nothing.

The cell phone rang suddenly at this moment. He frowned and picked it up. After hanging up the phone, he said: "Another person was seen in the Notre Dame Cathedral who looked very much like her."

"I'll go right away." Ding Yiyi stood up and walked out, but her wrist was pulled, so she had to stop and look at him.

"It's a bit far, I'll take you there." An Ran's tone was not very good, and her mood was not high, but she was still worried about going out alone.

Cathedral of Our Lady

Ye Nianmo rushed into the church. There were not many tourists in the church. There was only a Chinese woman holding a camera to take pictures of the patterns on the wall. Ye Chuqing was sitting in the first row.

"Chu Qing!" Hai Zhuoxuan ran to her, squatted in front of her, put his hands on her knees, and looked a little nervous.

She finally lowered her head, and a tuft of curly hair fell on her shoulders following her movements. She said nothing, and her tears fell on the back of Hai Zhuoxuan's hand.

He stood up distressedly and wanted to hug her into his arms, but she silently shrank back and avoided his hug.

Haizhuoxuan's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, so embarrassed that he didn't know whether to move forward or retreat.
Chapter completed!