The house felt strangely quiet after Han Jue dragged the protesting fox away.
Su Qinglan finally let out a long breath and turned… only to find Hu Yan standing right behind her.
He didn't say anything. He just looked at her.
His warm golden eyes softened as they landed on her face, and before she could even react, he stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms.
His hug was warm and firm, like a shelter built only for her.
Su Qinglan stiffened for a second, then relaxed into his chest. His steady heartbeat, his scent, his silent comfort… it all wrapped around her gently.
He lowered his head and nuzzled her hair.
"You're shaking," he whispered.
She didn't even realize she was.
"…I'm fine," she said softly.
He didn't believe her.
Hu Yan lifted her chin with one finger, his stare deep and silent, searching her eyes as if trying to read every hidden thought inside her.
"Lan Lan," he murmured, "is something still bothering you?"
His voice was gentle but serious.
