He stared straight into her eyes for quite a while before speaking, "Wife, I’ve been rembering the ti when I first started courting you."
"Oh?" Di Jinxuan raised an eyebrow. "What about the ti when you courted ?"
"When I was courting you." Nangong Jin hesitated, his thoughts tangled for quite so ti, but eventually he continued, "To be honest, I was already attracted to you from the beginning. That night—it was the night when your fourth sister was arguing with your eldest brother, and we were at Dihai Lantian. That night, I was talking to Di Xiaxia, and you suddenly squeezed your way in, right between us. Maybe you didn’t notice it, but at the ti, you were wearing shorts, and... your little rear end was brushing against my thigh.
Maybe it was in that mont that my heart skipped for you. I thought you were so pure, like a child—cute, naive, and a little silly. But I didn’t pay much attention to that feeling at first. Then, when you went to college, and I accompanied you to the dance departnt, I suddenly kissed you. It was because... I really wanted to kiss you. Of course, it might have also been my personality—impulsive, playful. I won’t deny that it had a bit of a joking elent to it then, but I still stick to what I said: if I truly didn’t have feelings for you at all, I wouldn’t have made such a joke.
Later, you rejected , very strongly rejected . You know, no woman had ever turned down before, so back then, I was quite upset. Maybe even a little prideful and stubborn, thinking it didn’t matter that you didn’t agree—I had no shortage of won. But now, as I look back, I realize just how absurd my thoughts were back then. Wife... the more I think about it, the more upset I beco, and the guilt weighs heavier on . I could choose not to tell you all this, but I believe, now that we’re about to get married, we should be honest.
I don’t know how else to express this to you—kneeling is the only way that feels right. Wife, you’re the first and only woman I’ve ever knelt before in this world. I’ve never knelt before my parents, not even as a child. But now, I willingly kneel before you. I hope you can forgive my chauvinism, my carelessness, and all my past wrongs. I hope you won’t hold onto a grudge, thinking that your husband didn’t truly care about you in the beginning and was only fooling around. In truth, I care about you deeply, sincerely, I really do."
As Nangong Jin spoke, his sincerity grew more apparent, as if he were baring his heart and soul, dissecting everything ticulously without any pretense or cover.
In fact, if he hadn’t said all of this, Di Jinxuan wouldn’t have known. But still, he chose to tell her.
After finishing, he gazed directly at Di Jinxuan, his voice carrying a cautious tone, "Wife, can you forgive your husband?"
Di Jinxuan frowned slightly, looking at him kneeling by the bed, her heart conflicted and unsure of what to say.
To say she wasn’t moved—well, that would be a lie.
In this world, there’s no such thing as who owes whom; it’s only about who cares more for whom.
When soone loves another deeply, they willingly place themselves in the lowest position. It’s not about humility—it’s about love, true love.
There is a kind of love that says, "I can’t live without you."
It’s not about who lacks dignity. It’s not about who loses face or who is inferior—it’s about who loves more deeply.
This kind of love is called true love.
Di Jinxuan gazed at his exquisitely carved features, as stunning and captivating as a painting, but at this mont, they held a touch of vulnerability.
Di Jinxuan’s wide eyes examined Nangong Jin carefully. His picturesque brows and eyes stirred her heart fiercely, no matter how she looked at him.
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