Mu Lan didn't understand what had come over the man; he suddenly pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, as if she would run away the moment he let go.
"You're okay, that's really good."
After a long while, Huo Tingxiao pressed against her shoulder, his deep voice resonating in Mu Lan's ear, his tone filled with a sense of relief at having regained something precious, which somewhat moved her.
No wonder he had gripped her hand so tightly at the hotel—it turned out he was frightened.
Mu Lan reached out and gently patted his back.
"I thought you would blame me for being foolish, that I was easily deceived by a mere note."
"The opponent had leverage over you; it's understandable you acted hastily," he said.
It completely surprised Mu Lan that Huo Tingxiao would say something like that.
After all, his relationship with his parents was not good; he shouldn't have been able to empathize.
But his tone was so sincere, it surprised Mu Lan greatly.
