She just wanted to help him, but couldn't even manage that. Such a powerless version of herself yet naively dreamt of balancing with Qi Cheng.
Ji Yunhuan couldn't help but find herself ridiculous.
She stood up, intending to leave for a bit and find a place to adjust her emotions, but a pair of hands grabbed her arm, pulling her back. She fell into Qi Cheng's arms, forced to sit on his knee, tightly held in his embrace.
Even with so many servants and two kids in the restaurant, his actions were domineering enough that she couldn't refuse.
"Let go of me, the kids are still here."
"Don't mind them," Qi Cheng whispered dominantly in her ear, "If you're upset, come cry in my arms. I don't want to see you cry because of me, but I don't want you hiding away to cry alone either."
Ji Yunhuan was left speechless by his words. She felt a sour ache in her heart and disregarded the stares from the children and servants, leaning into his arms and clutching his shirt tightly.
