In comparison, it is naturally much safer to make a move in Rome.
Considering the safety of Luo Xiaoqian and Xiao Xiao, Leng Zimo finally made up his mind to temporarily give up the idea of taking her off the island.
Xiao Qian, just endure for a few more days. Once I have everything arranged, I will immediately take you away from here and help you recover all your lost memories.
Walking forward, he raised his hand, holding her shoulder, and patted her reassuringly.
"Don't be sad, everything will be alright."
Luo Xiaoqian couldn't understand his Italian, but in his smiling eyes and voice, there was a kind of power that made her feel at ease.
She nodded gently.
"Don't worry, I'll be okay."
Capturing the melancholy in her eyes, Leng Zimo withdrew his arm, his gaze sweeping over the beach, already with an idea.
Putting her shoes to the side, he stepped over to the edge of the beach, casually picked up a tree branch, glanced at her, and began to quickly draw in the sand.
