Her voice was so soft, like a gentle feather landing on the surface of a heart's lake.
"Shuya, what's wrong?" Huo Jingtang ultimately wasn't too heartless, and didn't push her away.
"Jingtang, I think... I've fallen in love with you." She was in his arms, smelling the masculine scent of him, which gently steadied her heart: "Jingtang, are you... are you listening?"
"Can we sit down and talk about it?" Huo Jingtang held her steady, allowing her to sit down, so they wouldn't have to maintain their current posture.
Jiang Shuya shook her head, afraid he would distance himself from her: "No, can't I just say it like this? Jingtang, during the time of our engagement, you've always been very busy and hardly in the mood to talk to me. I am your wife, and I want to share your burdens, no matter what difficulties lie ahead, I won't be scared."
