Huo San's deep eyes stared at the tears on Qin Ruan's cheeks, his hand releasing her chin as he tenderly wiped away her tears.
His voice was soft as he asked, "Why are you crying?"
A smile hooked the corner of Qin Ruan's lips, the tears in her eyes restrained, no longer as fierce.
She gently shook her head, leaning into Huo San's hold with relaxed ease.
That was enough; all was enough.
Qin Ruan's heart, armored by countless layers, trembled and cracked.
In this world, apart from her family, there was yet another person who cherished her, who couldn't bear to see her suffer the smallest grievance.
Their feelings caused the fortress of her heart, tightly sealed and fiercely defended, to crumble.
Huo San, who was he? The legitimate grandson of the prominent Huo Family.
He was of noble birth, proud and aloof, matured and humble, a Crown Prince of the Imperial City admired by many.
Even if his tenderness was sugarcoated poison, Qin Ruan found it irresistible.
