Chapter 827 My Girl Is the Bravest

Zayla said these words with great difficulty. Lincoln tried to stop his arms from trembling with a wrenched heart. How could it not hurt? How could it not hurt? Zayla lied that it didn't hurt and tried to comfort him. She didn't want him to feel distressed for her. Lincoln thought, "My girl is a little fool." Lincoln raised his hand and held Zayla's face, lowering his head to kiss her lips. A drop of tear fell on her pale forehead. "Well, it doesn't hurt." "My girl is the bravest." He sounded cheerful and coaxed Zayla as if she was a child. But how could he not feel distressed? His inside seemed to be mangled by an invisible mixer, which tried to drain his last drop of blood. But he knew well that Zayla would feel more pain if he looked distressed and guilty. Seeing this, Miriam realized how much Zayla loved Lincoln, and how much Li