"Calm down, calm down, don't panic..." Realizing that Zhao Youlin was not being herself, Mu Tingfeng quickly reached out and held Zhao Youlin's head, kissing her forehead non-stop. He attempted to appease Zhao Youlin's uneasiness.
Thanks to Mu Tingfeng's vigilance, Zhao Youlin's fluctuating mood gradually stabilized. She panted softly and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I was too excited."
"It's okay. It's okay. I understand." Mu Tingfeng lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Zhao Youlin's forehead. His eyes stared into Zhao Youlin's eyes with obvious heartache and worry.
If he was the one who encountered this incident today, he would also panic and lose his cool.
Her parents had been missing for more than 20 years, reduced to codenames in her memory. She never even got to put faces to those codenames. Today's revelation was not a pleasant one to go through.
