Lin Nuan closed her eyes, the tears falling down her cheeks and drenching the front of Fu Huai'an's shirt. "Thank god he's alright. Thank god…"
Fu Huai'an leaned against the edge of the desk, allowing Lin Nuan to unleash her emotions as she cried in his arms.
As she unleashed the worry that had accumulated in her heart ever since she came to know that Lin Chen was sick, Lin Nuan's heart gradually became more peaceful.
She looked up, her reddened eyes gazing at Fu Huai'an's jaw. "Is something troubling you as well?"
Fu Huai'an lowered his head and looked at Lin Nuan's fair and delicate features, raising a hand to tuck loose strands of hair behind her ear as he asked, "Why are you asking?"
"I smell cigarettes in the study. You smoked…" Lin Nuan's voice sounded heavily muffled.
