After half a quarter of an hour.
The bead curtain gently rustled, and a certain gentleman in white took the initiative to step out, graceful and composed, but the gentle ripples in his eyes contained a hint of confusion and puzzlement. He swept a glance at Qu Tan'er, pressed his lips, moved forward to slowly lift her from the chair, and gradually drew her close to his chest, encircling her within his arms.
The anger that had accumulated vanished the moment he saw her.
Embraced, the two stayed very quiet.
Only their heartbeats and breaths…
Mo Liancheng gently rested his chin against her forehead and softly asked, "Tan'er, are you angry with me?"
"Do you think I look angry?" Qu Tan'er leaned closer into his embrace, letting her weight rest on him. This time, she felt her eyes grow weary, somewhat tired.
"Then why didn't you say anything before going out?"
"I just wanted to go out, it wasn't a big deal."
She circled back to this sentence.
