Zhou Yao clenched his fist as he looked at the woman in front of him. Her shoulders were shaking as she cried…
His stern expressions slowly became gentle, and he stepped forward with his long legs. He stretched both of his muscular arms out to hug her tight, and he lowered his head to sniff the fragrance of her hair. He always missed this scent.
"Sorry, I should not have yelled at you… I know that it has been very hard on you, and you should not have to shoulder all of this yourself… Sorry, Wifey…" He raised his handsome eyebrows up as he firmly kissed her hair.
She could take his cold piercing words but was unable to take his gentle attack. She wanted to escape his embrace, but the man's firm biceps were holding her in place. He did not allow her to take a single step away.
