An Jin was speechless. "You look disappointed."
"How could I be?"
Ling Hong managed a smile. A storm of complex emotions surged within him, and for a moment, he didn't know what expression to wear.
A bitter smile would look awful.
"I thought... I thought you were dead..." He buried his face in her neck, his voice low and sorrowful. The corners of his eyes were a vulnerable red, as if he had just stopped crying.
'Who could have imagined that a man as tough as steel could actually shed tears?'
An Jin's heart ached with a mix of emotions. She gently stroked the swollen corners of his eyes, carefully wiping away the tear stains. "It's okay. Everything's fine. I'm right here, aren't I?"
Then, she rose onto her tiptoes and brought her lips to his ear, whispering, "I suspect there's a traitor in our tribe. Let's go back first and discuss this in more detail..."
