Xia Ruize slowly walked toward the entrance of the village, a faint smile on his face. But that did not mean everyone else was as happy as he was. Jiang Han, Zhao Yu, and the other military officers all wore gloomy expressions. Even the guards who had descended from the Heavenly Realm looked solemn and wary. It seemed this was the first time they had faced such a major challenge!
His arrival had been too abrupt, and he had come straight to the matter at hand, so no one had been able to react in time—not even me. I felt that the timing was far too delicate as well.
When Zhao Qian drifted over to my side, she did not say anything. It seemed she had received an explanation too, and she wore the same wary expression.
"Xiaoxue." Xia Ruize stopped in front of Yu Xiaoxue, his eyes filled with gentle emotion. He was much taller than Yu Xiaoxue, making her look at him as though she were facing a towering, solid mountain.
"What are you doing here?" Yu Xiaoxue said unhappily. A trace of bewilderment still lingered in her resentment. After all, she might not have slept at all the night before. I had told her that her husband would come a few days later, so perhaps she had imagined countless times how she would face him when he arrived.
"I came to take you and our daughter home." Xia Ruize had naturally sensed Yu Xiaoxue's emotions, but he continued speaking anyway. He even intended to reach out and take his wife's tightly clenched fist, but she instead took a step back.
Xia Yuxin also drifted over and stood behind her mother, slightly to the side. Her expression was tangled and conflicted, with a hint of coldness mixed in.