Han Jing gave him a gentle smile, naturally nestling into his arms, lowering her head to hide all her inner emotions.
She should be thankful that she had been an actress for many years, otherwise she wouldn't know whether she could conceal herself so freely under such intense pressure.
She has always been stubborn and unwilling to show weakness. She didn't have to be so strong, she could clearly entrust everything to him and let him bear it while she only needed to be a little anxious.
But then she wouldn't be herself.
If she couldn't do more at the moment, then let her accompany him wholeheartedly, accompanying him to the very last moment.
She knew he wasn't telling her everything because she was still too weak.
Too weak to help or intervene even if she knew the truth and the predicament he was facing.
So, she pretended not to know.
