Zhixi looked up, and saw a tall silhouette.
She was suddenly stunned.
With the sunlight behind him, the man’s face was blurry. She blinked hard, but still couldn’t see his face clearly.
Yet this silhouette gave her a deadly sense of familiarity.
She stood up involuntarily, her heart pounding wildly. She opened her mouth, wishing to ask, but feared this might just be a dream, a hallucination from missing him too much.
At that moment, the man stepped inside and gently closed the door.
The soft light disappeared.
What became clear was the man’s face.
Zhixi’s gaze fell on his dark brows and eyes, then to his straight nose, his thin lips, finally to his firmly curved chin.
Everything was as she remembered; there wasn’t any mistake.
Tears welled up from her eyes, her lips moved, and that name finally came out.
He Jingyao’s eyes were deep and terrifyingly dark.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, took two steps forward, reached out and embraced her.
His movement was gentle, as if fearing to press on her belly, yet the hand on her back trembled violently.
Zhixi reached out and held him. The familiar scent made her unable to hold back, she broke down crying.
She sobbed softly, desperately suppressing her voice, but tears flowed endlessly, soon soaking the man’s shoulder.
He Jingyao did not speak for a long time, just quietly felt her tears.
This past month, what kind of panic and pressure she was under, He Jingyao could hardly imagine.
But at the moment he saw her, he understood.
The woman was obviously over four months pregnant, her belly prominently raised, but her face and arms were slimmer than when she was first pregnant, her face only palm-sized, complexion pale, eyes tinged with blue, lips completely devoid of color.
At that moment, He Jingyao’s heart ached so much he couldn’t breathe.
His cold lips pressed against her cheek, his voice hoarse, "Zhixi, I’m sorry."
She couldn’t speak, only shook her head desperately.
Tears continued to flow.
It didn’t matter, as long as he came back, it didn’t matter how long she waited.
The man let out a hoarse laugh, released her, suddenly picked her up horizontally and gently placed her on the bed.
As his hand let go, Zhixi instinctively grabbed his sleeve, afraid he might leave again.
In He Jingyao’s eyes was a depth of complex pain.
He held her hands in his palm, "Are you scared?"
She shook her head lightly, sniffed hard to suppress her tears, "Jingyao, did you get hurt, did you..."
"No, I’m fine." He caressed her face, his voice low and tender, "Don’t worry, nothing happened to me, just temporarily lost my freedom."
Zhixi choked and made an "mm" sound, tears flowed again.
He reached out to wipe her tears, "I’m sorry."
"As long as you’re alright, nothing else matters." She bit her lip, wanting to speak again, but He Jingyao suddenly leaned in and kissed her lips deeply.
After a long while, he finally stopped, his forehead resting against hers, breath slightly panting.
Zhixi startled for a moment, suddenly noticed a small... listener device clipped on his collar?
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