Li Lingye strode out of the car, walked around it, and his gaze fell on the child in front of the car. He estimated the child to be about five or six years old. If not for the tears staining his face, he would look like a princess from a storybook, beautiful and delicate.,Although no one told him who he was saving, he remembered the face. Over the past few years, he had seen Li Lingxuan's face countless times in the news, but this was the second time he had walked back into his life.,It is said that as long as you are breathing, you can inhale this mist.。