Qin Jian's heart was thrown into disarray by An Hao's tears. Seeing her frail shoulders trembling, an impulse surged within him; he opened his arms, wanting to embrace her.
Unexpectedly, An Hao wiped away her tears and suddenly stood up, "I'm going to wash my face."
Watching her silhouette leave the room, Qin Jian clenched his fists.
When An Hao returned, her face bore a different expression, looking much better, "I just went to get water from the kitchen and saw two fish hanging on the door. What's that all about?"
"Those were caught by some colleagues who went into the water to fish when we came down the mountain today. The fish are very plump early in the spring, so the camp's kitchen kept a few. They insisted I take these two back for you," Qin Jian explained.
An Hao smiled gently, "Thank you. I'll go cook the fish now. Don't leave tonight; stay for dinner."