Soft fragrance and tender warmth filled his embrace. Before Xi Yunqian could recover from the joy of having the woman he loved throw herself into his arms, her words shook him to his core—his pupils trembling in disbelief.
He tried his best to steady the tumultuous emotions brewing inside him, gently holding Mu Siyin's shoulders with both hands and pushing her away from his embrace.
He had waited for her for so many years. This was the first time Yinyin had actively hugged him.
Reluctance clung to him, but he had no choice.
At this moment, he was more concerned about Mu Siyin's state.
Looking at her, his voice softened as he asked, "Yinyin, what did you just say?"
His eyes, always warm when gazing at Mu Siyin, concealed a storm deep within, cautiously watching her emotions.
"Brother Yunqian, you're only thirty years old, how can you act like an old man with bad hearing already?"