At that moment, he felt an urge to return to the palace and have everything she had lost returned to her.
The person in his arms was weeping silently, without so much as a sob or a sound. That alone was enough to shatter his heart into pieces. He gently stroked her back, soothing her, "Qingqing, let’s go inside to talk."
With a long arm, he reached beneath her knees and behind her back, lifting her securely. After laying her gently on the daybed, Shen Heting knelt half-way, holding her hands in his.
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