The person in his arms, angrily pounding on his chest.
All of this, nearly too beautiful to be true.
Mu Jingxi couldn't believe it was real. Was she worried about him?
Those reddened eyes, were they also because she was worried about him?
The person in his arms, she truly existed.
Her hands, clinging tightly to him, head deeply buried in his chest, her hot tears soaked the front of his shirt.
With trembling hands, Mu Jingxi lifted her tear-streaked face, feeling a dense pain at the heart, "Qiao An, are you worried about me?"
Qiao An pouted, stubbornly replied, "No."
Mu Jingxi laughed softly, lowering his head slowly, his tall nose gently touching hers, his deep eyes brimming with affection, "I'm alright, I was acquitted in court."
"... but Xia Lin said you were..."
"Found the person who drugged me back then. Also found another segment of hotel surveillance that proves I was unconscious."
So, he was drugged, not acting consciously, acquitted in court.
