Every minute change in Han Zhan's expression didn't escape Song Ci's notice. "You really do know him." They should be quite close too.
Song Ci picked up the shell on the ground. She held the broken shell and told Han Zhan, "That man asked me to greet you. He said Sicilio misses you very much."
Hearing this, Han Zhan's expression changed again and again.
Fear, hatred, envy, and fear were all mixed in those gray-blue eyes.
Not knowing what scared him, Han Zhan suddenly hugged Song Ci. He hugged her tightly in his arms using all his strength, as if he was afraid that Song Ci would disappear the next second.
"Han Zhan, you're hurting me." Although she felt slightly uncomfortable being hugged so tightly by Han Zhan that even her shoulder hurt slightly, Song Ci didn't struggle.
Han Zhan placed his chin on top of Song Ci's head. He sighed deeply and said without rhyme or reason, "Song Ci, I will definitely protect you well. Believe me."
