Fu Yanlin gripped Wen Sheng's hand tightly, waves of intense emotion churning at the bottom of his heart. He thought of the time when they returned from the hospital, and Wen Sheng had already guessed something.
She had always been smart, her doe-like eyes seeing through everything.
But sometimes it might be better for a woman to be a little confused, at least she wouldn't have to face so many troubles directly.
"Asheng, is there something you want to ask me?" Fu Yanlin curled his fingers, lightly scratching the palm of Wen Sheng's hand. It's said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and he wanted to convey his thoughts to her through this small gesture.
Wen Sheng hummed in acknowledgment, "If you want to tell me, you can do it now."
