Lu Jiang took in his wife's distressed expression.
"Don't be afraid." Lu Jiang took her hand, pulling her into his arms and gently stroking her back. "I won't doubt you because of this, nor do I want to know your secrets. I'm just worried that carrying on like this will only bring you endless trouble."
Feng Qingxue sighed, her chin resting against his chest.
"I...I don't even know where to begin, I dare not tell anyone else about this, because my experiences are simply too shocking!" Living in the 21st century, she discovered a personal space that allowed her to travel back to over fifty years ago, by reincarnating into another girl with the same name. Such an origin would make anyone curious enough to dissect her directly.
"If you're not sure how to say it, don't say it. If it's a secret, then you knowing is enough. Once two people know, it's not a secret anymore. It's easy for the news to be dispersed," Lu Jiang said.
Feng Qingxue was torn.
To tell? Or not to tell?
