Su Qian comforted him, "I won't leave, don't worry."
"I'm here and I'm never leaving."
Yan Xuanye heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. "Qianqian, I believe you. Don't lie to me again."
"Okay," she said.
The matter finally came to an end, and Su Qian got what she wished for and finally gained her freedom.
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Not only did he uncuff her, Yan Xuanye also agreed to allow her to come and go freely so that she no longer had to be locked up in this tent.
At night, after Su Qian finished her bath and came to the couch, she saw Yan Xuanye sitting beside the couch, staring at her with burning eyes.
The restless look on his face showed that he was still worried about her, but he was forcing himself to suppress his anxiety.
Su Qian found it a little funny and deliberately kept silent. She took a wooden comb and sat in front of the dressing table to comb her hair.
The person behind her stood up in just two seconds, walked over, sat down next to her, took the wooden comb from her hand forcefully, and began to comb her hair tenderly.
"Even though it's spring, the weather is still cold. Don't wash your hair at night from now on. It would be bad if you catch a cold."
The person in the mirror's movements were extremely gentle. Su Qian looked at him and looked...his eyes suddenly felt a little sore.
How could she have deserved such love from him?
It seemed that he loved her for no reason and without any bottom line. Yan Xuanye had no requirements or expectations of her. His only requirement and expectation might be that he hoped she could love him.
After combing her hair, Yan Xuanye began to dry her hair. The weather was still cold, so the charcoal fire was used less. However, the charcoal fire here never ran out and was always supplied.
It was because Yan Xuanye knew that she had a cold uterus and her hands and feet would become cold when the weather was cold, so he never cut off the charcoal fire in her place.
Her hair was thick and long. After a while, he was so tired that he was sweating. Su Qian picked up the handkerchief beside him and wiped the sweat off his face. "You are sweating. Go take a shower."
Yan Xuanye waited peacefully and enjoyed himself as she wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although he was reluctant to leave, he had to leave temporarily. "Qianqian, go to the couch first. Don't catch a cold. I'll be back soon."
Su Qian responded, "Okay."
He held Su Qian's hand and said reluctantly, "Wait for me."
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