"Let’s go in together." Seeing Bo Chenghe’s lingering gaze on Di Jinxuan’s face, Nangong Jin tily spoke up to interrupt the awkwardness.
Love does not tolerate covetousness.
"You go ahead," Bo Chenghe withdrew his gaze and forced a smile, nodding, "I need to grab sothing."
But in fact, what could there be to grab? It was clearly just an excuse.
Di Jinxuan nodded, "Then we’ll go ahead."
"Yeah." Bo Chenghe nodded as well.
As Nangong Jin led Di Jinxuan past Bo Chenghe, in that instant, Di Jinxuan still inevitably felt a twinge of sadness.
Perhaps the sadness was due to that brief mont of missing out, or perhaps it was because a decade-long friendship had beco awkward.
She couldn’t put her finger on it, but inevitably, she still felt a bit sad.
It wasn’t Di Jinxuan’s fault; originally, she and Bo Chenghe were the true childhood sweethearts. Life, however, is full of unexpected events and interludes.
Sotis when things veer off the expected path, you can’t turn back; isn’t that the case?
Perhaps sensing Di Jinxuan’s sadness, Nangong Jin felt sowhat uneasy and gripped her hand tighter, whispering with his eyes fixed ahead, "Wife, your husband is the only one for you."
As he said this, he turned to look at Di Jinxuan, his eyes radiating determination as he lifted her hand to his lips for a kiss, exuding absolute assertiveness as he uttered three words, "Rember that well."
Di Jinxuan did not speak, and neither did Nangong Jin. He knew that sotis people need solitude to exile certain things.
Di Jinxuan’s gaze darkened slightly; suddenly, she rembered that Feng Rao had also been by Nangong Jin’s side for ten years, hadn’t she?
If she still harbored friendship for Bo Chenghe, what about Nangong Jin?
Did he have no feelings for Feng Rao at all?
It’s not necessarily the case, but he’d never shown any sorrow in her presence, nor ever made her feel awkward.
He had even sent Feng Rao away; where Feng Rao ended up, nobody knew.
Nangong Jin had not asked, and since he didn’t ask, naturally no one would tell.
Thinking about it, it wasn’t just her who had a ’past’, and people who liked her that she couldn’t reciprocate. Nangong Jin had them too, didn’t he?
"I’m sorry." Di Jinxuan suddenly gripped Nangong Jin’s hand tightly and paused, slowly shifting her gaze to look at him.
"What silly thing to say." Nangong Jin’s lips curled into a smile as he reached out to touch her head, showing imnse affection.
As if to excuse Di Jinxuan, he said, "Husband understands, Bo Chenghe is a special presence."
"No." Di Jinxuan pursed her lips, murmuring as if to herself, "There won’t be such a special presence anymore, I promise you that."
There’s no need, nor necessity, for such a presence anymore.
Indecision leads to chaos.
A charming smile played on Nangong Jin’s lips, and his thumb gently stroked her hand’s back a few tis, "Husband understands."
Empathy and tolerance are essential and heartfelt between two people in love, which was especially evident between Nangong Jin and Di Jinxuan.
Di Jinxuan never imagined Nangong Jin’s heart could be so wide and tender.
Nangong Jin had not realized despite her young age, Di Jinxuan was not at all childlike.
But at this mont, they understood, feeling they had chosen the right person. They exchanged a smile, no other words needed.
The bustling wedding proceeded as planned, with the grand and magnificent estate decorated romantically and beautifully.
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