Ye Hao drooped his eyelids slightly. This was his wife. He should protect her well, but he simply watched her being wronged by Mo family and watched her child being taken away from her.
He was not a good husband.
He Xiyan seemed to feel the touch on her face. She rubbed her eyes with her hands. As she opened her eyes, she saw Ye Hao sitting on the bedside.
She gave him a faint smile. He seemed extremely haggard. Tiredness was written large on his face. Traces of blood were visible in his eyes as well.
"Rest early." He Xiyan said in a low voice, a touch of weary remaining in her eyes.
Ye Hao lifted one side of the quilt, lay down beside his wife and then hugged her into his arms.
This time, He Xiyan did not refuse.
