Ye Li's heart sank, and he raised his voice, "Where is the child?"
"It's been born." Mu Xuerou's voice was very small, as if she feared Ye Li's reproach.
Ye Li's tightly clenched heart suddenly relaxed. He leaned against the cold wall, taking deep breaths, as if he had just had his throat seized and now could breathe again.
"Ah Li, do you blame me?" Mu Xuerou looked timidly, so fragile that one couldn't bear to speak loudly to her.
"How could I?"
Tears welled up in Ye Li's eyes. He strode forward and fiercely pulled Mu Xuerou into his arms, his shoulders shaking.
Mu Xuerou exhaled a breath, and a beautiful curve lifted at the corner of her lips.
Her neck became hot and damp with his tears.
He cried.
Mu Xuerou's gaze became complicated.
In her memory, Ye Li was like a man of steel, never shedding tears. Now, he cried like this because of her return.
It seemed she made the right choice to come back!
