"I..." Di Jinxuan stalled, a sentence caught in her throat, but she ultimately asked, "Will you tell whatever I ask you?"
"Hide nothing, withhold nothing." Nangong Jin kissed her earlobe, stood up, gazed into her distinct black and white eyes, reached out, and gently tucked the wisps of hair by her ear, tenderly saying, "Whatever you ask, I will honestly tell you."
Suddenly, a sparkle lit up Di Jinxuan’s eyes, and she seed a bit excited, but then her eyes dimd once again.
She had asked him before why he stopped dancing. He had given her an answer, but it seed off the mark—a bit ambiguous.
He said it was for the family business, that dancing drew too much attention and was therefore unsafe.
This answer seed unrelated to Miao Wu, but it was still a decent response. Yet she felt it missed the point.
She had already asked once; would asking a second ti seem too fussy?
And what if his answer remained the sa?
What if it was the real answer?
Di Jinxuan fell silent.
"Wife..." Nangong Jin caressed her soft cheek with his thumb, seriously saying, "If you wish to spend the rest of your life hand in hand with , then we must share everything, don’t keep it inside. If there’s sothing I’m not doing right, tell and I will try to change."
"There’s nothing," blurted out Di Jinxuan.
Up until now, indeed, he hadn’t done anything wrong, except regarding the matter of dancing.
"Then why are you unhappy?" Nangong Jin asked again, adding, "I don’t want to see you unhappy."
He didn’t want to see her cold or indifferent towards him.
Because he had found out, during this ti, he seed to have beco accustod to these joyous days with Di Jinxuan. Habit is a hard addiction to kick. Once you get used to soone, you might never be able to let go in this lifeti.
Upon his persistent questioning, Di Jinxuan finally spoke up, "I want to know about the matters between you and Miao Wu."
Hearing her words, Nangong Jin visibly froze, his expression one of shock.
Di Jinxuan was also stunned. She hadn’t expected such a big reaction from Nangong Jin. Wounded by his look, Di Jinxuan’s eyes fell, and she hastily said, "If you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t."
Just then, the server arrived with the delicacies. Di Jinxuan stood up and instructed the server, "Place them here."
Saying so, she scurried to the other side to help the server arrange the plates, taking each ordered item and placing it on the table.
Nangong Jin watched her movents in a daze; she did not look up, her eyes always downcast, seemingly very cautious.
Nangong Jin was stunned because he hadn’t expected Di Jinxuan to ask about Miao Wu and that her unhappiness was related to Miao Wu.
What did this imply?
Didn’t it an that Di Jinxuan had begun to care about him?
Only when you care about soone do you care about their past, right?
Before, she hadn’t asked, and he hadn’t told. She indirectly asked a couple of tis, and he had skirted around the issue, because he felt there was no need, thus he was unwilling to bother Di Jinxuan with it.
Afraid she might misunderstand, but now that she had asked so directly, it was ti to clarify it with her.
Since she wanted to know, he didn’t mind letting her know.
But Nangong Jin didn’t speak imdiately, as the server had not yet left.
After setting everything up, Di Jinxuan quietly sat down across from him. He could clearly see every expression on her face.
She kept her gaze lowered, her expression serene yet forlorn.
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