"My meaning is, dear little Princess, you don't have to do anything, you are already my unparalleled in this world."
At night, trying to fall asleep, Jiang Tan nestled against Zhou Yinghuai's arm, feeling restless.
Zhou Yinghuai seemed to sense it, turned Jiang Tan's shoulder to face him.
"Can't sleep?"
"Zhou Yinghuai." She called his name, hesitated, then fell silent.
"Hmm?" Zhou Yinghuai responded warmly, his voice softer, "What's wrong?"
"Why did you go out for so long today? Did things not go smoothly? Were you scolded by your father at the Zhou Family home?"
Even in the dim light of the room, Zhou Yinghuai could see the tension on her face.
"He wouldn't dare scold me," Zhou Yinghuai said. "It's just that he needs something from me."
Zhou Yinghuai had come to understand what it meant to only report the good news and not the bad.
Jiang Tan didn't know whether to believe him or not, but she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
