Even though she already knew that Han Qing wouldn’t have told her if he wasn’t certain, she was worried about what she stood to lose.
All of this felt so surreal; after all, a lot of time had passed, but they still had no clue of Ye Moxuan’s whereabouts.
Even if they got wind of his location, she wouldn’t think it was real; it felt as though the information was so fragile that it would pop like a bubble if someone so much as mentioned it.
Han Qing had never really seen Han Muzi behave in such a way. She was already a mother of one, but at that moment, she looked like a young lady as she stared at him with her red and pitiful eyes; her face was full of unrest, making it seem like her soul itself was trembling restlessly.
He reached out his hand to cover the top of her head. The warmth from his palm just passed on to her continuously, comforting her with his unique actions.