Di Fu Yuan lowered his head slightly, looking into her reddened eyes, and reached out his hand to gently wipe away the traces of tears from the corners of her eyes.
These were the marks left from her previous tears.
Now at last he could touch her, could wipe away her tears.
Di Fu Yuan's eyes were filled with boundless tenderness, his movements were infinitely gentle, reverent as if handling a treasure.
"Don't worry, hmm?"
Seeing Su Muyao's hair a bit messy, Di Fu Yuan held her while his fingers moved, fetching a comb from some unknown place within the Dragon Palace, and gently combed Su Muyao's hair.
His movements were gentle, showing an attitude of reluctance to part.
If he could, he would personally do anything for her.
Su Muyao did not move, just leaned dependently into Di Fu Yuan's embrace.
A feeling of being cared for emerged, in this moment, her mind and body completely relaxed.
