Nangong Yaoling held her, reaching out to gently pat her hair as they headed outside.
"It's alright... Xiaonuan... with me here, it's alright." He whispered softly in her ear.
Xia Xiaonuan nodded, watching those people escort Situ Yan into the car, driving towards the hospital.
Situ Yan... he should be alright, shouldn't he?
In the car.
Xia Xiaonuan and Nangong Yaoling sat in the back, and he extended his arm to embrace her in his chest.
"Xiaonuan..."
Xia Xiaonuan looked up to find him staring at her intently, his eyes filled with deep attachment and tenderness.
"These past few days, you've suffered." He said in a hoarse voice.
Xia Xiaonuan smiled slightly, "It's okay, it's all behind us..."
Nangong Yaoling reached out to cup her face.
Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her lips.
His kiss was gentle and lingering, yet held an invisible force, passionately capturing her sweetness. With a longing and satisfaction of regaining what was lost, he deeply kissed her.
