Ye Jiaren turned around and saw that tall, handsome man leading a group of people as they walked in.
He was icy cold, expressionless, but his aura was extraordinarily strong, like a reigning king whose mere presence commanded respect.
Upon seeing Mu Qian, Ye Jiaren suddenly felt a stab of bitterness, her eyes welling with tears. Yet, in this man's gaze, she didn't exist; the moment he saw Wen Jiaren, his cold, dark eyes instantly softened, becoming as gentle as water.
"Mu Qian."
Seeing the man arriving, Wen Jiaren was overjoyed, tossing the fish in her hand aside as she ran toward him.
The instant he saw Wen Jiaren, Mu Qian's heart melted from hard ice into water. He extended his strong arms, and as the soft body collided into his embrace, he felt alive once more, tightly hugging the woman within his arms, his body even trembling slightly, "You're still alive."
Previously, he had adamantly believed she was alive. Now holding her for real, his heart returned to peace.
