"Chengcheng?" Qu Tan'er blinked peculiarly.
"This attire?" Just two words were enough to pose the question.
"Ahem! Can we talk about everything later, okay?"
"Mhm." Mo Liancheng elegantly removed his own robe and draped it over her. This grace was innate, unrelated to the disarray he found himself in. Once he had finished, he slowly, very slowly, pulled her into his embrace and held her tightly.
If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice that he was shaking—a fear stemming from the soul.
Finally, he held her in his arms once again.
There had been a moment when he thought it would never be possible again in this lifetime...
Qu Tan'er let him hold her.
