C1242 Sour

"Don't move," Yao Ziyan whispered, gently pinching Lo Chuan's cheek.

Lo Chuan squinted, humming softly as his thoughts began to drift, the bustling noise of the shop receding into the distance.

When had their relationship begun to shift?

He vividly recalled the rainy night he first encountered Yao Ziyan, as she fell from the sky without a hint of consciousness.

At that time