Hongyi nodded, feeling that what Ji Wuhen said made sense. After all, there were so many women in this world, right? It must be that he was not very lucky, so he always met fierce women.
Thinking this way, Hong Yi finally felt a little comforted.
Ji Wuhen saw that Hong Yi stopped asking questions and breathed a sigh of relief. He was also very helpless for people whose brain circuits were not on the same line as normal people.
The weather in Beihai City is extremely cold, so most of the houses are built to be strong and warm, without many gorgeous decorations. There is a large open space in the backyard that has been built into a martial arts training ground. However, because no one has lived here for a long time, martial arts training is not possible.
The field has been covered with thick snow.
It didn't snow today. Rongrong found a place to sit on the martial arts training ground. She was wearing an emerald green dress, which added a bit of color to the dull and cold martial arts training ground.
Ji Wuhen walked over and saw her from a distance.
He walked over quickly and saw Rongrong looking at a place in a trance, seemingly not noticing his arrival.
But he also knew Rongrong's vigilance, so it was impossible not to know that someone was coming.
Then he spoke: "Miss Rongrong?"
Rongrong did not raise her head and pointed to the position beside her.
Ji Wuhen sat down and asked her, "What's wrong?"
"I'm very worried about Master, and I can't always forgive myself." Rongrong lowered her head and looked at the snow on the ground, her eyes stinging. In the past half a year, there hasn't been a day when she didn't blame herself.
But she couldn't tell anyone. Neither Hongyi nor Weiwei could understand the anguish in her heart.
What worried her most was that there had been no news from her master for so long, which made her even more uneasy.
Now that she met Ji Wuhen, she was finally able to express what was in her heart, so when she saw him, she seemed to suddenly become particularly fragile, not like herself.
Ji Wuhen patted Rongrong's back gently, then took her into his arms and let her lean on his shoulder.
He can understand Rongrong's current mood. Everyone has confidence. They all believe that An Xibi will be fine. But those who have personally experienced that scene will probably never be able to let it go, even if they see that An Xibi is safe and sound.
Even if I stand in front of them, I will still blame myself for being unable to do anything at that moment.
Let alone Rongrong, if it had been him, or if it had been any of them, they would have felt like this.
So Ji Wuhen also knows that any words of comfort or encouragement now are actually useless. Rongrong actually understands everything. She is just worried and blaming herself.
Ever since she was little, Rongrong has never known what dependence is.
But now, she was leaning on Ji Wuhen's shoulder like this, as if she suddenly had someone to rely on. Her heart, which had suddenly become fragile, suddenly became fragile again, and she couldn't hold back her tears again.
It fell down with a splash, dripped into the snowdrift, and quickly disappeared.
She didn't make any sound, she just shed tears like this, as if she wanted to let out all the anxiety in her heart.
Different from the last time, this time, while crying, she suddenly felt at ease.
It seemed that everything would get better soon, and she suddenly wasn't so scared anymore.