The way of a gentleman is profound and refined.
"Sure," Si Fuqing was momentarily stunned, then nodded, "Let me take off my bag first so it doesn't poke you."
She removed her bag and then extended her arms, embracing him. She apologized again, "I'm sorry for making you worry."
Yu Xiheng's body trembled slightly.
Her embrace was soft and warm, like a gentle evening breeze or an ethereal white cloud, carrying a comforting strength.
Yu Xiheng closed his eyes, the violent aura within him gradually subsiding.
It seemed only by holding her could he feel her presence was real.
Time passed quietly and beautifully.
After an indeterminate period, he released her and straightened up.
"Feeling better?" Si Fuqing asked, looking up at him.
"Yes." Yu Xiheng smiled faintly, "Let's go home."
Si Fuqing stood up and shouldered her bag, "Let's go, Ningning and the others must be worried."
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