Bo Siyan's hand gently caressed her hair, so light as if she were a porcelain doll that might crumble with anything more than the gentlest touch.
Ning Xia's head affectionately nuzzled against his chest, but as she held him, she could feel more distinctly how thin he had become, and her heart ached uncontrollably.
He must have had a tough few months, she didn't know what he had encountered, but thankfully, he had returned safely. She was determined to nurse him back to health, plump and white as Little Crybaby.
"Siyan, who is this?" Suddenly, a woman's voice interrupted, neither delicate nor seductive, but sounding quite hearty.
Ning Xia instinctively lifted her head from Bo Siyan's embrace and turned to the woman who had been making her feel uneasy. Hearing how she addressed Bo Siyan, Ning Xia's heart thudded uncomfortably.