But when his gaze lifted again, past her, toward the silent laptop still glowing with forgotten charts, his eyes sharpened. His world had narrowed to her, and yet the danger outside, the shadows waiting to tear her from him, hadn't disappeared.
For now, he would indulge her, soothe her, let her believe in the picture-perfect dream she craved. But deep inside, a vow burned sharper than steel: he would avenge her and hold her close tightly.
And he would protect her, whether from her past, from Shen Xiao, or from the truth itself. He actually didn't care and no one was gonna tell him otherwise.
Jin Shuren's gaze softened as he looked down at Yueyao's fragile figure, her weight leaning lightly into him as though she feared she might vanish if she let go.
Without another word, he slid an arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her into his embrace with ease.
Yueyao startled, a small gasp escaping from her lips. "Shuren…?"
