"You...must be tired...go get some rest first..." Tang Ying didn't chastise him. Her tone was cool and without expression, but her care seeped into Zhang Ziwen's heart.
In Zhang Ziwen's heart, warmth bloomed. His nose tingled, and he felt like crying. He was home, Tang Ying was his family, and he felt her care for him, even if she was upset at the moment.
Zhang Ziwen nodded gently, deciding that he would take rest; the mental torture from the young girl on the plane had left him exhausted and he looked forward to a good rest. He silently turned and headed upstairs. As his figure disappeared around the corner, Tang Ying looked toward the staircase. There was a faint mist in her beautiful eyes, a hint of tearfulness as Zhang Ziwen had finally returned safe and sound. She sighed softly...
