Wen Xiao'ai paused for a moment, then immediately hugged him...
The cold surroundings seemed to warm up.
The longing and torment of their separation during this time...
Jun Moyan gently cupped her small face, his forehead touching hers, nose tip against nose tip...
"Jun Moyan..."
Seeing Wen Xiao'ai's eyes turn red again with tears glistening, Jun Moyan looked into her eyes and spoke: "Don't cry anymore, I'll be here always, you'll never be alone again."
His tone was neither too light nor too heavy, carrying some reassurance, but in his eyes was a steadfastness that put Wen Xiao'ai at ease.
"Okay." Wen Xiao'ai smiled and nodded strongly.
As long as Jun Moyan said it, she believed it.
Jun Moyan lifted his hand to gently scratch her nose tip, then pinched her little face, his eyes full of affection.
"Seems like you've gained a bit of weight, your face looks plumper, looks like you've been eating well recently."
"Hehe, Jun Moyan, I want you to carry me on your back."
