Xu Ji let out a long sigh and turned his face away. He had stared death in the face on the battlefield and seen more than his share of final goodbyes, but even so, he couldn't stop his heart from aching at this moment.
Xu Luo was completely silent. He knew he hadn't been as considerate as his mother. Though everyone had been through so much recently, who had it worse than Qiqi? Gazing at Huangfu Shishi's slightly gaunt face, his heart softened. He knew that Qiqi, having endured so many blows, had already become a remarkably strong young woman. 'I... I absolutely cannot fail her, nor can I let her be hurt again.'
Xu Luo was moved, and Huangfu Shishi was even more so. She truly hadn't expected Xu Luo's mother to be so incredibly thoughtful. It made her heart melt completely. In Luo Xinlan's arms, it was as if she had rediscovered the feeling of being held by her own mother. This was a kind of familial love that Xu Luo himself couldn't give her.
