Li Xianyun buried her small face deeply in Yelu Yan's neck, her tears that had been held back for a long time finally rolling down uncontrollably.
In the face of a loved one, a single look or gesture could easily release the tears that had been suppressed for a long time.
"My husband."
Yelu Yan's eyebrows furrowed tightly as he held her close, his face pressed firmly against her head.
Seeing her so sad shattered his heart, the pain piercing through Yelu Yan like a thousand arrows.
The two embraced for a moment.
Finally, Li Xianyun lifted her head.
Yelu Yan also loosened his embrace slightly, still half-kneeling on the ground, squatting as he held her.
Li Xianyun, already delicate by nature, appeared even more fragile and gentle wrapped in the strong arms of Yelu Yan.
