Treading through the bitter wind toward the bedchamber, Xiao Tong was held in Jiang Wumei’s arms. Seeing her brows knit and unfurl in quick succession, he assumed she was deep in thought over the traitor’s poisoning attempt. A surge of warmth radiated from his heart, quickly spreading through his limbs.
He felt that his standing in Niaoniao’s heart was not as dire as he had imagined; at the very least, Niaoniao still cared about his safety and considered his well-being in all things.
There was, after all, affection between them.
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