Huo Yunjiao's gaze scrutinized Qin Ruan, and under the deep black of his eyes, Qin Ruan felt inexplicably guilty, solely because the gentle smile on his face was fading bit by bit.
"Didn't sleep all night?"
His deep voice reached Qin Ruan's ears.
Qin Ruan tensed unconsciously, inadvertently shifting her gaze away, calmly saying, "Things were a bit troublesome, and before I knew it, it was dawn."
Huo Yunjiao stared at her intently, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, then quickly relaxed.
He handed over the toy he was holding to Huo Yao, who was closest to him, as if he hadn't noticed Qin Ruan's guilt, and stood up to approach her.
"I saved you some breakfast. How about eating and then going upstairs to rest?"
Qin Ruan's hand was held by his cool, large palm; she lowered her gaze to look at their clasped hands and was momentarily startled.
Looking up at the man standing before her, Huo Yunjiao, her mind inexplicably flashed back to that bloody, ragged figure in Feidu City.
