"We're home?" Looking at the familiar setup in the room, Lin Mengyao asked softly and lightly.
"Yes, we're back." Xu Ke looked at Lin Mengyao's frail appearance and unconsciously lowered his voice when he spoke, afraid of scaring Lin Mengyao. After all, the events of today had been quite shocking, and making such a decision was indeed somewhat reckless. He should have handled it more gently. Holding Lin Mengyao, Xu Ke thought to himself as he gazed at her still slightly flushed cheeks.
"Let me go; I want to lean on my own." Lin Mengyao looked at the hand around her waist, her expression unreadable, and spoke in a voice as light as smoke.
Hearing Lin Mengyao's words, Xu Ke instinctively clenched his hand on her waist into a fist. A sense of unease began to grow in his heart. Lin Mengyao's attitude seemed strange, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly why.
In the end, Xu Ke followed Lin Mengyao's wishes, placing a pillow behind her to let her sit up against it.
