The man's indifferent and chilly voice contained a trace of tenderness and pampering, all the previous arrogance gathered away like water, and the next moment he reached out and tightly pulled her into his embrace.
"Jing."
Mu Qianyue rushed into his arms, her voice no longer carried the previous cold arrogance but was infused with a touch of hoarseness, joy, and deep longing.
Although she had never expressed to anyone her longing for him in her heart, it did not mean she did not miss him!
Sometimes, missing someone doesn't necessarily have to be spoken out loud or told to the world; it can be silently kept in the heart and then expressed with a fierce hug at the reunion.
"My wife, I missed you." Nalan Jing held her tightly, his chin resting on her head, slightly closing his eyes, feeling her breath, her scent, which was so heartwarming, making his heart no longer feel empty.
