Qiao An, silently praying, was embraced by Mu Jingxi.
Mu Jingxi gazed down at the woman in his arms; she could not know how pale his face was at that moment.
Or how desperate the look in his eyes was.
Mu Jingxi could not help but want to hold her close, to comfort and protect her.
Qiao An was pulled into his embrace, her body trapped in his arms. Startled, she looked up to see his deep-set eyes and… his somber complexion.
Her body began to struggle, her hands pressing against his firm chest, "What are you doing? Let me go."
"Don't worry, I will definitely save our child."
The man's words were low and resonant.
It was as if he was making a vow, filled with convincing power.
"Really?"
Mu Jingxi held her trembling body tight against his, his eyes deepening with assurance, "Mhm, trust me."
In that moment, Qiao An's tense emotions found comfort.
