Dust from the environment had settled on Qi Chenglin's outfit, and the night's coolness and scent still lingered on him. The collar of his shirt and tie were loosened and his coat was resting on his forearm. He looked tired, with beard stubble emerging from his face.
Ruan Danchen was frozen to the spot. She had a phone call with him just a few hours ago and now he was standing right in front of her.
Her throat felt slightly sore and aching. She quickly got off her bed and pounced into his embosom.
Ruan Danchen buried her face in Qi Chenglin's chest. Qi Chenglin lowered his head, his soft and gentle gaze rested on her head. She looked like a grief-stricken child who was treated unfairly. Qi Chenglin carried her in his embosom, his hug tightened, and sat on the bed.
"Why didn't you tell me that you're coming back during the call just now?" Ruan Danchen inhaled deeply and fought the urge to shed tears.
