Bai Qingyue returned from the tournament and came in search of his wife, only to be met with the sight of Li Meirong standing stiffly with her hands outstretched. A troubled expression darkened her face.
He dismounted the crane, and hastily stepped towards Li Meirong, his usual calm had been replaced by a deep sense of unease. Grasping her small hands and cradling them gently; his hands were so much larger than hers and they completely engulfed her palms.
"Wife, is there something troubling you? Are you unwell?" Bai Qingyue asked, his sonorous voice filled with anxiety.
After what felt like forever, Li Meirong focused her gaze on Bai Qingyue. Her cheeks warmed at the sight of him standing so close to her.
"I'm perfectly fine," Li Meirong stammered, "and you're way too close." She turned her face away to avoid his molten stare.
