"Silly girl, how could you not have a home? With me here, there's always our home." Mo Qian tenderly stroked her head.
Ji Wei's eyes reddened, but she continued shaking her head.
The home she referred to was the Ji Family...
The weather here was too cold. Mo Qian worried she might catch a cold and quickly scooped her up horizontally, walking toward the car parked by the roadside.
"It's alright now. Let's go home." He carried her into the car, his gaze tinged with warmth and softness.
Ji Wei silently stared at him for a while. She knew her behavior would make Mo Qian worry, so she tried to pull at the corners of her lips, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't produce a smile.
"Don't force yourself—it will get better,"
Mo Qian saw through her struggle and looked at her with tenderness and care. Raising his hand, he gently ruffled her hair again.
