Su Wanxia, worn out from crying, leaned into Mu Yingchen's arms in silence, but the slight trembling of her shoulders revealed that she was still deeply aggrieved.
Mu Yingchen felt a sigh of relief deep inside when he saw that the person in his arms had finally stopped crying.
He could never stand to see women cry because it annoyed him, yet that didn't include her. Her tears only made his heart ache.
"Wanwan, you love me, don't you?" Mu Yingchen asked softly, holding her.
He knew her personality. If she didn't love him, she wouldn't have accepted what he said at the banquet, she wouldn't have come here with him, she wouldn't have accepted his flowers, and she definitely wouldn't have cried her heart out in his embrace.
