The crowd spontaneously made way for Jing Moyan, not only allowing him to walk smoothly to Tao Yuhao's side but also giving him a clearer view of Tao Yuhao's sorry state.
Seeing Tao Yuhao like this, Jing Moyan frowned tightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
Tao Yuhao sat there holding Tao Duoduo, looked up at him approaching like a god, as if a drowning person grasped a lifesaving driftwood, or as if seeing a glimmer of hope in a dark world, more like a tired person finally finding a support.
Tao Yuhao's tears welled up in her eyes; her stubborn yet pitiful appearance made Jing Moyan's always cold heart suddenly soften a little.
Jing Moyan crouched down in front of her, reached out to ruffle her hair, and said warmly, "With me here, don't be afraid."
Tao Yuhao instinctively leaned her neck back to avoid his hand, she was dirty all over...
Jing Moyan didn't mind at all and didn't despise her either, helping Tao Duoduo up from her arms: "Come with me."
