The little fox has always been obedient and sensible, Chen Yi has never feared displeasing her. Even with Yin Weiyin, due to the immensely challenging nature of the Great Yin, he often harbored concerns, but rarely with the little fox. Occasionally, out of affection, he would not want her to feel uncomfortable, but that was not apprehension, just heartache.
So, even knowing that Yin Tingxue had misgivings towards him and Qin Qingluo's daughter, he still let her write the letters for him. Now, reflecting a bit, he realizes she felt distressed inside.
Nowadays, a single sentence doesn't really count as comfort. Chen Yi slowly walked over, gently hugged Yin Tingxue, and let her sit on his lap.
"Is it beautiful here...?"
