Watching Ji Xiaosong run cheerfully toward him, Xiao Shen managed a faint smile. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Xiao Shen's haggard appearance made Ji Xiaosong's heart ache. "Husband," she said quickly, "I made you a cloak. Come, try it on." As she spoke, she brought the cloak over and gently draped it around his shoulders.
Feeling Ji Xiaosong's concern, a warmth spread through Xiao Shen's heart. "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's no trouble at all if it's for you."
Xiao Shen obediently fastened the cloak. Ji Xiaosong stepped forward to straighten the collar and smooth out the wrinkles, her fingers inadvertently brushing against his neck. Xiao Shen shivered slightly and caught her hand.
"What skillful hands you have," Xiao Shen said, his voice deep and magnetic, his gaze locked onto Ji Xiaosong.
Ji Xiaosong's cheeks flushed crimson. She gently pulled her hand free and said, "I'm just glad that you like it."
