Huo Zhenyang lowered his face to kiss away the remaining tears on her face, lifted his fingertip, and rubbed her rosy nose:
"Being willful is your duty, and allowing you to be willful is my responsibility."
He never thought about her being someone strong.
In this world, there are too many strong men and women; there's no need for her to be one.
No matter how others see her, in his eyes, her duty in this life is to be a delicate flower under his wings, and that's more than enough.
Seeing her finally clear up, feeling better, Huo Zhenyang held her hand and walked toward the car.
Jiayi thought they were going back to the Chu Family. When the car was about to stop, she looked out the window and saw a seven-star hotel in the city.
She was surprised, "What are we doing here?"
He held her hand and got out of the car, walking into the hotel.
In the capital of S Country, the highest-grade hotel should've been bustling with guests.
