Qin Qingqing's words, "Brother Ziyi, I thought I would never see you again," caused Mo Ziye's heart to tighten painfully.
The moment she crashed into his embrace, his arms reached out and hugged her tightly.
The choking voice of the woman in his arms sounded like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart, making him feel an indescribable heartache.
It seemed that only by holding her tightly.
Could he feel that she truly was standing there unharmed before him, that she encountered no trouble.
It was just a scare but no danger.
"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."
His hoarse voice was filled with deep self-reproach; he shouldn't have left her alone at home. He should have brought her along regardless of what he was doing.
Qin Qingqing lifted her small face from his embrace.
