"You really are a troublesome girl, how could you be gone for so long?" His voice was slightly choked, "Do you know that I worry about you every day?"
Han Lei buried her face in his chest, tears soaking his lapel.
"I'm sorry... for making you worry. But I've come back safely, haven't I?" she said softly, gesturing towards the refugees entering the city, "Look, I've brought quite a few people back for you..."
The two of them embraced for a long time before Zhao Zun reluctantly let go. He carefully examined Han Lei's delicate and sweet face, heartbroken to find that she had lost weight and had faint dark circles under her eyes.
"Was the journey tough?"
"Yes! A bit." Han Lei nodded, then flashed a bright smile: "But it was worth it."
Zhao Zun understood and smiled, affectionately tapping Han Lei's forehead, his eyes full of tenderness.
"You! Remember not to leave my sight again in the future. Let's head back to the city so you can rest well. We can talk slowly about everything."
