"Besides embarrassment, what else can I bring you?"
Mu Yichen walked up to her, holding her hands, gently caressing the plain ring on her finger, his brow lowered, asking softly.
"A lot!"
Qin Mu also lowered her brow, looking at the pair of rings on their hands, her voice involuntarily choked.
That weak voice made the man who heard it sigh slightly, then, pressing his forehead against hers, he pulled her hands behind his back and embraced her.
For a long time, there was no sound, just leaning against each other, as if that was already an expression, an accusation.
The cold treatment of their relationship during this period, the grievances and apologies in each other's hearts, seemed to be conveyed through this hug.
This afternoon seemed much calmer than imagined, and warmer too.
During dinner, the old man looked at the two of them as if they had reconciled, and asked, "When do you plan to return to the country?"
