Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei's shoulder, her face showing an unexpected expression.
Was he comforting her?
Though to her, Zhan Qipei was just a relative with a legal relationship, her husband in name, he was also the most familiar stranger.
Yet, it was this person who brought her an indescribable warmth at this moment.
"Thank you," she said hoarsely, sincerely.
Listening to her, Zhan Qipei's already furrowed brows tightened even more.
He didn't want to hear her thank you; he would rather have Qiao Jing lean on his shoulder.
That still wasn't enough for him; he really wanted... really wanted to hold Qiao Jing in his embrace to comfort her.
Though he wanted to, Zhan Qipei ultimately did not do so, because... after all, their marriage was only a contract, and he had no place to do such a thing to her.
Just then, "gurgle gurgle gurgle—" a stomach sounded its drumbeat.
Zhan Qipei looked towards Qiao Jing's stomach, and as soon as he did, his own belly also "grrr—" grumbled.