Actually, she was really scared last night. Now, whenever she thought that Huo Beijiang might be in danger, she felt afraid.
When she went out this morning, despite seeming at ease, her heart was entirely preoccupied with someone.
"Alright!" Nan Fei quickly wiped Huo Beijiang's large hand and realized only during the wiping that his warm, thick palm still bore many new and old scars. Her heart couldn't stop aching, and her eyes started to moisten slightly.
"What's wrong, wife?" Huo Beijiang, ever so perceptive and sharp, immediately noticed the fluctuations in Nan Fei's emotions. He casually pulled away the towel and tossed it onto the rack, then grasped Nan Fei's chin to make her face him.
When he saw Nan Fei's reddened eyes, his originally comfortable expression vanished instantly. His deep eyes narrowed slightly, filled with a surging chill.
