Ye Ling stumbled out of the room, unable to accept the truth that he had neglected for more than twenty years. However, he saw Shen Qianshu, who had always been waiting outside the room. She suddenly saw Ye Ling's bloodshot eyes.
"Noah?"
Ye Ling wiped his face, as if he was trying to conceal something, and pressed onto the area in the middle of his brows. Shen Qianshu paused slightly. This was not Noah. He was Ye Ling.
"Come here!" Ye Ling said.
Shen Qianshu walked over obediently. Ye Ling spread his arms, and she walked into his embrace, hugging his waist. Ye Ling rested his head on her shoulder and hugged her tightly. Shen Qianshu stroked his back for a moment, as if his heart hid countless unspeakable secrets. Shen Qianshu's heart softened. Did Master cry?