Huo Zhenyang took Jiayi's hand and led her to the car, letting her in first before walking around to the other side and bending down to enter the rear compartment.
As Jiayi settled in, the shock in her heart hadn't completely faded. The face of Mu Qingran, shocked and despairing after hearing the truth about the past, kept resurfacing in her mind.
Huo Zhenyang noticed the trembling of her small body and reached over, holding her little hand in his palm, feeling the cold sweat in her palm.
The moment he held her hand, her reflex was to pull away, but simply because she couldn't match his strength did she suppress the motion, lifting her head to look at him.
In the little one's eyes, it was as if she were looking at a stranger.
"Are you afraid of me now?" he realized her nervousness, and his features quickly turned as frosty as if they were encased in ice.
She bit her lip. How could she not be afraid of a man who treated feelings as if they were a game to be toyed with?
