Xue Li's touch was light, her fingers cool against his tense grip, but it was enough. The storm gathering in Han Feng's eyes softened ever so slightly. He turned to her, his lips parting as if to protest, but Xue Li merely smiled, a silent plea hidden in the curve of her lips.
She would handle this. She would not allow Han Feng to order harm upon Rui Hua, knowing that such an act could provoke war and ultimately place Han Feng in danger.
The best course of action was patience—to endure Rui Hua's presence a little longer and await Liang Wei's arrival. Once he came to retrieve her, Rui Hua would be gone for good, and this chapter would finally be closed.
Understanding her intent, Han Feng exhaled sharply and leaned back, his displeasure not entirely fading, but restrained—for now.
