However, her anxiety quickly vanished when the taxi came to a halt. The moment she stepped out, she was pulled into an embrace. Huang Xiaojue's voice was urgent, "Xixi, are you okay?"
A wave of relief washed over her. Oblivious to any onlookers, she just hugged his waist tightly.
Huang Xiaojue stared in alarmed disbelief at the layers of gauze wrapped around her head, his eyes bloodshot. "Xixi, did he hit you? Did he do this to you?"
She gently took his hand. "Let's go back first and then talk."
The moment her feet crossed the threshold of her own room and the door closed behind them, Yan Xixi truly felt like she had narrowly escaped disaster. Only then did she take a proper look at Huang Xiaojue. He was terribly haggard. His eyes were shot with blood, and his complexion was awful. Clearly, he had been in a state of high anxiety and worry for the past few days and hadn't rested properly at all.
