His strong chest carried a faint honey tone, his bare figure was lean, muscular, and beautiful—utterly flawless.
The dragon head on his chest was bold and fierce, vivid in its design. The dragon’s body coiled over his shoulder, extending down his arm, exuding a mix of sensuality and sharpness.
Yet this very man, at this mont, knelt before her like a timid husband, carefully offering up all the words buried deep in his heart.
To be honest, this requires courage for any man.
n are, by nature, creatures of pride; their dignity lies in their reputation.
To strip them of their pride is to take away their dignity—it can leave them deeply humiliated.
But here he was, willingly kneeling, kneeling before her, pouring out his heart, even sharing the small, hidden emotions she might never have known—pleading for her forgiveness. What else could she say?
A surge of profound emotion filled her heart in that instant.
Has he knelt before her twice now? The last ti was over that "just having fun" argunt. They fought, and he ultimately compromised by kneeling down.
Honestly, can n truly lack dignity or disregard their pride?
Kneeling must be the ultimate limit for a man.
How many n go their entire lives without ever kneeling before a woman?
Co to think of it, perhaps she should consider herself quite fortunate?
The truth is, she had thought things over clearly. Sotis, love doesn’t always co in the form of love at first sight.
Love can take many forms—love at first sight, affection growing over ti, sudden sparks of chemistry, from carelessness to seriousness, from letting go to holding on tightly.
There are so many types of love, and hers with Nangong Jin’s wasn’t love at first sight. But that didn’t stop love from arriving.
There’s a kind of love that starts with both parties cautious about their pride, testing the waters while protecting themselves.
And then there’s a kind of love that, even before it begins, is buried under overthinking, delaying its start for fear of taking a step too far.
Their love—hers and Nangong Jin’s—seed like the latter.
At this point, hearing Nangong Jin say these things to her, she felt unexpectedly relieved. After all, when love decides to arrive, its timing doesn’t matter. What matters is simply that it arrives—not late, isn’t that so?
Seeing Di Jinxuan remain silent for so long, Nangong Jin grew restless, his voice tinged with sadness as he hurriedly spoke up again. "Honey, you have to forgive . If you don’t forgive , I won’t get up. I admit that in the beginning, I was a bit of a bastard. Because I care so much about my pride, I acted with a sort of careless arrogance, making everyone think I was just playing around, and making you feel as though I was bullying you. What moved most was that you didn’t hold it against . You treated with such kindness, agreed to be my girlfriend, acknowledged as your boyfriend, said yes to my proposal. Yet we’re still not married—no matchmakers, no formal traditions, no grand displays to bring you ho as my bride. And even so, you entrusted your whole self to . Honey, I am truly moved, I really am.
In my heart, you are perfect, pure and untainted. Sotis I feel like my own past thoughts were an insult to you. I feel ashad, deeply guilty. You are my wife, but I’ve hurt you with my indifferent attitude in the past. I..."
Nangong Jin lowered his gaze, his voice tinged with self-loathing. "I deserve to die."
Di Jinxuan furrowed her brows, utterly unprepared for this vulnerable side of Nangong Jin. The guilt etched into his eyes stirred a sense of sadness within her.
Shouldn’t he be proud?
Shouldn’t he be arrogant?
Yet looking at him like this, with his striking features, his bold tattoos, and that shadowy, sotis elusive darkness surrounding him, such a display just didn’t seem like him at all.
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