Before Xuan Long could continue speaking, Su Qinglan suddenly shifted closer and wrapped her arms around his waist.
The unexpected movement caught him completely off guard.
His body stiffened for a brief moment as she rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The coldness that had been lingering in his emerald eyes instantly melted away, replaced by warmth and tenderness.
Almost instinctively, his arms closed around her.
The room became quiet.
Even An Mo, who had been watching from the side, wisely chose not to interrupt.
For several moments, Su Qinglan remained silent, leaning comfortably against Xuan Long as though drawing strength from his presence. Only after listening to the steady beat of his heart did she finally speak.
"Am I not doing this for our daughter?"
Her voice was soft, but the determination hidden within those simple words was impossible to miss.
