Xia Ruqing grew increasingly frightened. Her tiny body curled up into a ball in his arms, trembling slightly.
Zhao Junyao looked at her with great heartache.
"Qingqing, so it turns out you were afraid of this!"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
He was so shocked that he even forgot the formalities and started to address her directly. Xia Ruqing thought she was still dreaming.
She simply burrowed into the warmest corner of his embrace, then muttered with a hint of grievance, "What's the use of saying it? I wouldn't want to trouble you either!"
Zhao Junyao then laughed.
"You girl, you're still so..." silly!
As he laughed, the corners of his eyes began to redden slightly. Afterward, his heart felt both sour and bitter.
His hands gradually began to tremble as he gently stroked her hair. He was happy, but also guilty. He was excited and full of pity.
"Qingqing, I'm sorry..."
