However, since it wasn't a mistake due to subjective thinking but rather a misunderstanding, Xu Niannian decided not to pursue it further.
"It's still early, you should rest a bit more," Jin Yu said, his lips pursing.
Xu Niannian was fully dressed in the same outfit she had arrived in, a pure white blouse paired with a long skirt, a garment she had crafted herself.
She nodded, clutching the blanket: "Mm."
Jin Yu hesitated, glancing at her once with softening eyes as he saw her moist eyes, and his voice became gentle, "Don't be afraid, Shaoting doesn't have a bad heart."
I'll protect you too, I won't let you suffer any more harm.
This was Jin Yu's promise to Xu Niannian, as well as a promise to himself.
Only the last two sentences were not spoken aloud by Jin Yu—they were silent affirmations to himself.
