It was rare for Huo Yunjiao to be rendered speechless by Qin Ruan.
He felt that he couldn't continue the conversation any longer.
If he went on, his life might be shortened by ten years.
The young lady seemed to have returned home in a bad mood today.
And if he continued the conversation, she might compare him to a delicate damsel, who faints at the slightest gust of wind or loud noise.
Qin Ruan realized her mistake and looked up to gauge Huo Yunjiao's reaction, only to meet his deep, penetrating gaze.
She felt a moment of regret deep within her; she shouldn't have vented her irrational anger on him.
But when it came to apologising, she just couldn't manage to utter the words.
Huo Yunjiao read her conflicted expression, and his deep gaze seemed to melt like the first snow of the season.
He placed his hand on Qin Ruan's shoulder, drew her into his embrace, and led her into the living room.
