At that moment, he wished for nothing more than to pull Yu Lan into his arms and comfort her.
How could he ever bring himself to blame Yu Lan?
This was all his own doing.
Even without his memories, he had returned to Yu Lan's villa. Without him even realizing it, his body had acted before his mind, already treating that place as his home.
As Huo Zhanting suddenly drew near, the overwhelming scent of a mature man's fiery hormones washed over her.
Yu Lan pressed her lips together and recoiled slightly, her mind still struggling to grasp why Huo Zhanting's attitude had suddenly shifted.
She still saw him as that cold, ruthless, and imposing iron-willed Imperial Marshal.
Shen Zueran's dark eyes narrowed. Moving before anyone else could, he abruptly wrapped his arm around Yu Lan's slender, soft waist.
"Lanlan, don't be afraid. Everyone has seen how you've been taking care of Marshal Huo. Your tireless effort hasn't gone unnoticed."
