Xi Yuan's stiff shoulders eased, her gentle words seeping into the cracks of his guarded heart. The depth of her understanding cradled his pain like a healing touch, soothing wounds he hadn't even realized were still raw.
She had no idea how much her acceptance meant to him—how much he clung to the comfort she offered, even if he felt undeserving of it. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he struggled to steady himself.
Finally, his gaze softened, his voice low and calm as he offered, "If you need me to tell you right now, Love, I will. You just have to say the word."
Rong Xinghe studied his face, her dark eyes searching his with tender intent before she shook her head. A small, reassuring smile curved her lips, soft but firm. "You didn't tell me because it's hurting you too," she said, her voice laced with affection. "I know you, Yuan. And I'd never force you to share something that causes you so much pain."
