Yao Qing had never thought that he would come back at this time, even though she had secretly hoped he would be by her side right now.
But only half of a month had passed; he was supposed to be abroad, dealing with complicated matters.
She was somewhat dazed, possibly from crying, feeling heavy and stuffy in her head, with a jumping pain in her nerves.
"Qingqing," Yu Yanshen looked at her, still in the clothes he hadn't changed out of, with a square flag added to his shoulder, tucked at the top, like a medal.
All Yao Qing knew was that he had gone to a meeting, perhaps representing the whole nation.
When he called her name a second time, Yao Qing ran over to him in just a few steps.
Even if the embrace wasn't warm, and the crisp angles of his suit collar made her chin ache slightly, she still silently wrapped her arms around him tightly.
Yu Yanshen, with his eyes downcast, enveloped her in his arms, his hand slowly stroking her back.
