The boy looked flustered, his breath unsteady.
Even in the dead of winter, beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
At the sight of Yan Yuexian, the tension on his face suddenly eased.
He rushed to Yan Yuexian's side and hugged her tightly.
"Yuexian, I knew you'd be here. Are you alright?"
Held in the boy's arms, Yan Yuexian's expression softened instantly, a sweet smile spreading across her lips.
Remembering there was another person nearby, she felt a bit embarrassed and nudged the boy embracing her.
"Brother Rui, I'm fine. You can let go now."
Gong Sirui released her, but his gaze remained fixed on her. "Why aren't you resting yet at such a late hour?"
Yan Yuexian bit her lower lip, shedding the arrogance she typically displayed, now looking extremely docile.
Like a young girl in love.
Xia Weibao raised her eyebrows, sizing up the man before her.
