No one had ever seen the scar on her face, except for her three children. They were never afraid of her. They would even touch her scar out of curiosity and rub their faces on hers as if to comfort her.
Yan Huan raised her head when Lu Yi took over Xunxun. She was curious as to where he was taking her.
"They have to go back."
Lu Yi freed one of his arms, perhaps intending to raise it, but did not do so in the end as Yan Huan was still wary of him. She had not really felt relieved over him, nor lowered her guard toward him.
Unlike the three children who only had adoration and love toward her, he was a man, her husband, which was why she was still afraid of him.
Yan Huan's mouth trembled slightly underneath the mask. She turned and walked into her own room before closing the door. She understood, she understood very clearly.
