She fainted from the pain, her thin white body limp.,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.,Bai Xianxian immediately nodded at the receptionist and, with graceful strides, followed the man inside as if she were with him all along.。