Mu Wanqing didn't say a word, only nodded lightly while nestled in his arms.
Even before he arrived, he had already arranged such meticulous security measures. That sense of safety had long soothed the fear and dread in her heart.
The reason she was holding onto him so tightly wasn't out of fear or panic. She simply missed him—purely missed him—even though they had been apart for less than twenty-four hours.
The two embraced, their affection palpable, creating a scene that was deeply moving.
Yet behind Wen Zhan, Yi Hang's family was grieving and crying, utterly distraught.
"Xiao Hang… Xiao Hang, you must hold on. Daddy and Mommy are here… We're here with you. You must hold on…" Yi Hang's mother gazed at the glowing red surgical light, murmuring prayers.
Mu Wanqing snapped back to reality at the sound, quickly pushing the man away.