Ye Qiyun watched Huo Jingtang turn and go upstairs. She sat on the sofa, her body somewhat stiff, fingers starting to nervously pinch together, her heart was pounding uncontrollably.
Tang Xun took in all her nervousness. He reached out to grasp her fingers that were beginning to lose warmth, cold as they were, and said, "Don't be nervous. You are her mother; she is your daughter. You are always connected by blood, which cannot be severed. Some issues just need time to resolve."
Ye Qiyun slightly tilted her head, met Tang Xun's gaze, and then lowered her eyes slightly. She withdrew her hand from his palm and placed her left hand on the back of her right hand, gently resting them on her knees.
Was he hinting that the issues between them also needed time to resolve?
Tang Xun's palm felt empty, and he slowly withdrew his hand, placing it by his side, just silently accompanying her by sitting there.
