The words caused Qin Ruan's breath to hitch, a shimmer of moisture appearing in her eyes.
Even at this time, he was still trying to soothe her emotions.
"Stop talking!"
Qin Ruan's voice was sharp, her eyes, dance with shadows, showed concern and worry.
Huo Yunjiao's face was ghostly pale, a light twitching at the corner of his eye, unveiling a hint of discomfort on his frail face.
His deep gaze bore the same look of fatigue, as his pale lips somehow twisted into a small smile: "I will listen to the madam's words."
His voice was still soft, directed solely at Qin Ruan.
Seeing him like this, Qin Ruan's heart ached indescribably.
Her lips pressed together, her hand that channeled the Nether Power tightly gripped his, her strength diminishing rapidly.
The grandfather, fearing for his grandson's health, interrupted the tender moment between this couple: "First, help Jiaojiao sit on the sofa."