He thought something had happened to her, that he hadn't protected her well enough.
Beyond that, Mo Shiqian couldn't think of any other reason.
For instance, when it came to the wedding, she might not have wanted to marry him.
Even if someone had said this to him, he would have kicked them away immediately.
She was in his arms for a long time without speaking, as if she were truly just an illusion.
After what felt like an eternity, Mo Shiqian, who had wished he could hold her so tightly he merged with her bone and blood, gradually weakened the grip of his arms and slowly let go.
His fingers lifted her chin, his deep, dark eyes staring at her unblinkingly, his voice deep and hoarse as he spoke again, "Chi Huan, I'm waiting for your explanation."
