In the stillness of the room, Xuan Jian's words pierced the silence like a sharp knife cutting through butter. The children love my brother-in-law. Thank you for your care."
It was a simple statement, yet the emotions it conveyed were deep.
For a fleeting moment, the icy exterior that had encased Xuan Jian's heart seemed to thaw, revealing glimpses of the warmth and vulnerability hidden beneath.
It was only temporary. Just as soon as the words were released, his walls were back in place—the walls he built kept him from falling apart.
Xu Zeng replied curtly, but the 'my' didn't escape his notice. For someone who seemed to block out social cues unintentionally, the emotions the dragon, no, his brother in law, gave him a glimpse at, touched his heart.
"It's my duty to my brother."
Another lull settled over the room, but this time, it was tinged with a faint undercurrent of warmth.
