"Surname Quan..."
She suddenly stretched out her arms to encircle his waist, pressing herself tightly against him. A sob broke from her, silent tears rolling down her face, dampening the front of his shirt.
"You bastard, do you have any idea how worried I've been about you... do you even know... asshole... I thought something really happened to you... What were the child and I supposed to do..."
"Zhan Xiaoyao..."
Holding her tightly, Lord Quan the Fourth gently rubbed his chin on top of her head, his throat suddenly choked up as if someone had stuffed it with catkins, his chest completely clogged with an unbearable ache.
"I know... I've got it... don't cry, don't cry!"
Zhan Se sobbed fiercely a few times and then suddenly reached out her hand, twisting his arm fiercely.
"You asshole, who promised they wouldn't keep secrets from me?"
