Wen Jin's heart tightened slightly.
The next moment, he reached out and pulled Jing Xiaocha into his embrace.
The moment Jing Xiaocha was pulled into his arms, her body stiffened abruptly.
The familiar male scent disrupted her thoughts, and her face was pressed against Wen Jin's chest, his broad and warm hand holding her head.
His other hand wrapped around her waist.
Such an overbearing embrace, yet gentle, pulling her into his arms and skillfully avoiding her injured right arm.
"Happiness won't fly away."
The deep, warm male voice sounded above her head, and the feeling in Jing Xiaocha's heart was too complex to distinguish—happiness, sweetness, being moved, or unease...
It seemed that every emotion was present.
But happiness and being moved gradually took precedence, and Wen Jin's warm embrace made her reluctant to leave, allowing herself to stay quietly held by him.
Time passed, second by second, ticking away, every moment filled with the taste of sweet happiness.
