Zixuan embraced Jinghan tightly, placing his chin atop her head and his large hand patting her back. "There, there, my lady, no more tears; your husband has returned safely, hasn't he? Look at you, the sky has finally cleared, and if you cry again, I fear another great flood might just occur."
Though the two had not experienced a life-or-death separation, the angst they had felt made them cherish their time together even more. Zixuan waved his hand, signaling the servants in the courtyard to go about their business, then he wrapped his arms around Jinghan, and the two of them entered the room.
Mrs. Qian and Chunxing, each holding Qingyuan and Qingyao respectively, watched the couple with smiles on their faces. "Alright, let's go play up front and let your parents have some time together," Mrs. Qian said to Qingyuan.
