Her eyes grew hotter and more acidic, slowly misting over with a layer of water.
At that moment, her heart couldn't help but tremble. To say it was moved was an understatement—it was more like—heartache.
For two consecutive months, he hadn't returned to his jurisdiction, always sleeping here...? A tent and an unfinished small cabin.
Wen Xian couldn't even imagine how he had endured it, how cold the nights were, and how hard it was to sleep in the tent.
The more she thought about it, the more her heart felt wrong; tears blurred her eyes, swirling inside.
She could no longer resist and slightly lowered her head.
Lu Xiao noticed that her mood seemed a bit off, gently lifted her chin, and looked at her reddened eyes, his heart suddenly tightening, "Why are you crying?"
Wen Xian slightly avoided his hand, sniffed her reddened little nose, and said hoarsely,
"Tell me, why did you suddenly build a cabin like this?"
