Xian Zihao nodded, locked the car, and walked towards her. Just as Jiang Ruolan was about to enter the house with him, a familiar scent assaulted her nose. She endured her trembling heart as she walked inside.
Jiang Ruolan bent down to open her heels. Suddenly, her foot hit the toy that was on the floor. Her eyes widened, and she couldn't stop herself from falling.
Xian Zihao quickly stepped forward and supported her. The moment Jiang Ruolan wanted to say thank you, he pulled her into his embrace.
Jiang Ruolan didn't know whether to push him away or not. She just silently let him hold her, burying her face in his embrace and breathing the familiar scent.
Her heart filled with too much reluctance.
"Zihao, I'm sorry …" Jiang Ruolan whispered, "You must hate me."
