"I'm sorry," he said hoarsely.
Zhixi just shook her head.
She knew he was only a victim of circumstances, and he had probably paid a huge price just to see her.
The man sighed softly and held her tightly, without saying a word.
"How much longer..." Her voice was faint, with a hint of unease.
"I don't know." He rubbed her hair, "But we'll be reunited sooner or later."
Tears welled up again in Zhixi's eyes, and she nodded against his shoulder.
If he were free, he would choose to return to the old house, rather than meet her in this way.
Moreover, with that bug... she knew he was not completely free, and their time together might just be ephemeral.
But even so, she was deeply satisfied.
Even with endless reluctance and worries in her heart, she knew she should appear a little more composed, a little calmer, or else he would only be more reluctant and worried than she was.
She didn't want him to worry excessively, affecting his judgment.
