Qin Shu had heard these words many times, and the sentiments behind them had not changed.
"Why does it sound like I'm the unwilling one?"
"It's not you; it's me. I want to take things slow and do things one step at a time. Only then will life carry meaning. I think Dad thinks so too," Fu Tingyu said.
Qin Shu clicked her tongue. "As expected, men still understand other men best. Even your methods are similar."
Fu Tingyu felt that it was necessary to explain. "My dear, other than not talking about the past, I was not responsible for your amnesia or anything else."
"Yes, that's why you glued yourself to me," Qin Shu said thoughtfully.
Fu Tingyu did not want his wife to keep thinking about the past, so he changed the topic. "I miss you."
Fu Tingyu's voice was low and hoarse.
The hint was obvious.
Qin Shu knew her husband's thoughts and said, "It's only been a few days since we last saw each other."
