"Prince, has something happened in the Capital?" Lin Jiaojiao asked as she walked.
The man's gaze fell on her, casually closing the report and putting it aside. When she approached, he extended his large palm and grabbed her hand.
Without much effort, just a slight pull, she could sit in the man's arms.
Perhaps it was a habit from their childhood, he always liked to hold her, and she always liked to be held by him.
No, not just a habit, but a liking.
"Prince," Lin Jiaojiao's eyes showed some heartache as her delicate hand gently brushed the man's face. Her fingertips carried a faint warmth, but the man's face seemed even colder than her hand.
After these days, her Yan Sihan had lost some weight, and even just a little thinner, she felt distressed.
The man's eyelids seemed a bit tired, but at this moment, they were filled with tenderness for her. If she wasn't paying close attention, she might have really been deceived.
