After Lu Zhen asked this, the two of them fell silent. Song Jia slowly put down his spoon. "Why would you think that?"
"Everyone has their privacy. That's normal. There are some things I don't want to force you to say. I thought that when we got to know each other better, you'd naturally say what you were willing to say, but…"
Lu Zhen wanted to continue, but Song Jia had already stood up, walked to her side, and hugged her. She leaned her head against Song Jia's waist. After a while, Song Jia bent down and knelt on one knee, so that their gazes could be level.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault." Song Jia's voice was very gentle. He didn't look anxious or impatient at all.
Lu Zhen stared at Song Jia, her eyes red. "Why are you apologizing? I didn't say that you made a mistake. I just want to know you better."
"It's not that I don't want you to understand me, but," Song Jia paused and sighed. "There's no need. We're fine now, right?"
