Ning Qing's gaze moved up from the blanket to his face.
According to him, he was the man she had loved for almost seven years.
It had been seven years.
He didn't know how long it had been since he had come of age.
What she remembered and what she didn't seem to remember seemed to be this long and endless time.
If she had not experienced it herself, she would not have believed that a person could really love another person for so long.
"Nian lie, what exactly are you hiding in your heart?" she asked in a daze, staring at him with her dull eyes.
The man was shocked and his body turned cold.
Ning Qing continued. you've never been willing to tell me what you're thinking about or what secrets you're hiding. Whether it's before or after our marriage.
Nian Jin was flustered. ning, I don't have Qianqian.
"You don't."
Ning Qing's eyes were indifferent, like a dead and quiet lake, without any ripples.
