"Zhaozhao."
He called out softly again, and a wave of unease instantly spread through his entire heart.
Zhaozhao's reply had been so faint just now, he couldn't discern her emotions, and it put him into a slight panic.
Suddenly, a soft touch fell into his embrace, and the familiar scent snapped Song Sinian back to reality.
Almost instinctively, he held her in his arms, rubbing gently and cooing softly, "What's wrong? Who upset you?"
Lu Zhaozhao didn't speak, but she clung tighter to Song Sinian.
She had always made an effort to help Song Sinian recover his emotional capacity, but she'd never considered why he suffered from emotional detachment in the first place.
"I'm sorry," Lu Zhaozhao mumbled softly into Song Sinian's embrace.
In the dark of night, Song Sinian was gradually adapting to the dim environment.
He looked down at the face nestled in his chest, slowly making out her expressions.
Though still a bit blurry, he could see that she was distressed.
