Ye Fei walked over to Song Xuan, gently wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his embrace. Softly, he asked, "Are you okay?"
The warmth of his embrace and his tender words snapped Song Xuan out of her scattered thoughts. All her defenses crumbled as she melted into his strong arms, murmuring with a hint of melancholy, "I'm homeless now. You can't abandon me."
Though her words sounded like a playful complaint, Ye Fei could hear the deep sense of loss in her voice. It tugged at his heart, and he held her tighter, offering a comforting lie, "Don't be too upset. Maybe your father had no choice but to treat you this way. There might be something he couldn't fight against."
"Really?" Even though she knew Ye Fei was just trying to comfort her, and the likelihood of it being true was slim, Song Xuan's eyes still lit up. She clung to that sliver of hope like a lifeline.
