Mo Lian drifted to Qiao Mu and grasped her petite hand. He enveloped her palm with his own warm hand.
"Qiaoqiao, I will be with you when you return. No matter what it is, we will face it together."
Qiao Mu recollected her distant gaze and looked at him. She lifted the corners of her lips and did her best to show a smile.
However, Mo Lian's heart ached when he saw her do this. He squeezed her petite hand and comforted softly, "You don't need to force yourself. Whether you are happy, angry, sad, or joyful, I will accept all your emotions! I want to see the most real and authentic Qiaoqiao. Do not force yourself to smile in front of me. I won't be able to bear it." Mo Lian reached out to caress her petite face.
Qiao Mu blinked lightly and nodded.
Crown Prince Mo reached over to hold the memorial tablet in her arms. He said softly, "You have to count me in too for protecting our mom."
