An Ziqi's head rested against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his body.
She shook slightly as she reached out to embrace him and buried her little face in his embrace, the tears that had built up over a day and a night finally fell silently.
The warm tears, through his already cold clothes, almost scalded directly into the depths of his heart.
Xiao Moli picked her up horizontally and walked towards her residence.
Upon returning home, he sat down on the sofa with her in his arms, lifted her small face, and, seeing the tear stains all over her face, kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes tenderly.
An Ziqi raised her hand and hit him, pounding on his chest, tears falling as she said, "You scared me to death, what would happen to Ningning and the baby if something happened to you?"
Thinking about the person lying on the dock, she still felt terrified now.
Even she herself didn't know how she had endured the past day and night.
