Si Yuting's heart skipped a beat as he unconsciously tightened his grip on the hand he was holding.
"There's nothing amiss," Si Yuting said, stroking Niannian's head and purposely softening his voice to coax, "Niannian, tell your Uncle Emperor what happened to you and your aunt later on. Can you tell me everything?"
"Stop touching me. Your hand is not nearly as soft as Auntie's," Niannian protested, reaching for Si Yuting's hand with a pout, "I'll tell you, okay?"
Si Yuting: "..."
Niannian recounted truthfully what happened after the ship had started, albeit in fits and starts, but one could roughly make out the details.
When Si Yuting heard that Qu Tong had been in an enclosed space for two to three hours, his limbs went cold.
He didn't know it would be like this.
He shouldn't have.
How is Ali doing now?
When Si Yuting left Niannian's room, his spine remained erect, and his pace, usually steady, was now a few steps more hurried than usual.
