She was right; the metaphor successfully lightened the heavy atmosphere.
He pushed down her lifted head and her restless legs, pressing down firmly, restraining her until she was adjusted to his satisfaction and stopped troubling him.
"What are you doing?" It was too tight, she protested.
"A strong wind will blow tonight," he explained.
Nonsense, the moon was clearly beautiful tonight.
But she didn't call him out on it.
"You've told me your past; let me tell you about mine," he said.
Jin Zijin's past? Gu Youyou's eyes slightly lifted, and she grew a bit nervous.
She hadn't refrained from guessing his identity, but those were just guesses, not to be taken as truth.
"Go on, I'm listening. Even if it's a trivial matter, I won't look down on you," she said.
He smiled, "I like your mindset, you really know how to relieve your own stress."
How could she have survived in that environment without learning to relieve stress?
"Alright, enough talk, hurry up and spill it."
