He's never been good at comforting people.
But he still knew An Ziqing was crying.
His heart was burning with anxiety, yet he had no idea what to do.
Holding her hand, his own hand was shaking.
"You can curse me, hit me, just don't ignore me!" Ling Chuan said again in a low voice, something broken in his tone.
With both hands wrapped around hers, he pressed his lips to her fingers.
"My dad lied to me, said Xia Zhisu had been attacked and was on the verge of death. I rushed over there only to find out Xia Zhisu was fine! When I came back I looked everywhere for you, but I couldn't find you no matter what! Luckily Little Red could track your scent! That's how I found you! An Ziqing, I really didn't know Ling Tian'ao would do that to you!" When Ling Chuan mentioned Ling Tian'ao, his teeth were almost grinding.
Only then did An Ziqing turn around to look at him. "It wasn't Uncle Ling!"
