"Still thinking about moving back home?" Han Qingshan asked with his low and magnetic voice, not showing any signs of wanting to release Jiang Yingyue.
Feeling a sweetness in her heart she had not felt before, Jiang Yingyue shook her head, but she said nothing.
"Let me talk with my parents," she said after contemplating for a bit of time. "If I can live with you, I will send them home," she said honestly.
"Home is not the capital?" Han Qingshan could not help but ask, and Jiang Yingyue shook her head. "There is only one place that can be considered home for me," she sighed. Her eyes were filled with pain as she once more remembered the great loss she had suffered when Jiang Fengmian had died.
Sensing that her emotions were in turmoil, Han Qingshan tightened the grasp around her waist and pulled her deeper into his embrace.
