Lin Haihai cupped his handsome face with both hands. She had dreamed about his adoring eyes more times than she could count. With a laugh, she said, “I thought you were angry at me!” But he wasn’t. She couldn’t help the relief seeping into her tone. She was deeply comforted by the realization.

Yang Shaolun’s heart clenched. The past month must have been difficult for her as well. What he had said in the heat of the moment stuck with her. The adoration and heartache in his gaze deepened as he stared at the bright-eyed woman. That warm and brilliant smile of hers bloomed for him and only him.

How had she been when he was away? Had she stayed up thinking about what they shared? Had she twisted and turned as she slept because she missed him too much? He had never cared about someone so deeply that even thinking about her made his bones ache. The more he missed her, the more he wanted to discard the mantle on his shoulders and eloped with her, leaving behind the mortal world and its trouble.

He put his arms around her slim waist and frowned. “You’ve lost weight!”

Lin Haihai averted her eyes guiltily. She hadn’t been eating well the past month. It was only natural that she would lose weight. “I was on a diet. It’s healthier this way!”

She wasn’t that slim. There was...