For many years, she had considered countless possibilities, but never once did she suspect that the person her father trusted the most would be the one who betrayed them.
Mu Chengxi watched the tears slide from the corners of Wen Xin's eyes, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. When he heard her say she missed him, his anger vanished completely.
He bent down and held Wen Xin tightly in his arms, careful not to touch her wounds, which made his embrace awkward.
"What should I do with you like this?" Mu Chengxi's hoarse and deep voice reached Wen Xin's ears, snapping her back to reality. Held in his embrace, she felt Mu Chengxi's warmth and smelled his familiar scent.
She was sure the man holding her was truly Mu Chengxi.
"When did you get here? Did Chu Yunxuan tell you?" Wen Xin was surprised, even though her voice was raspy and weak.
