He seldom called her name with such tender affection, and he seldom apologized like this.
Nan Xi admitted that her heart was shaken.
Especially when he held her close, whispering gently into her ear in a soft and low voice, her heart truly melted into a mess.
Nan Xi closed her eyes, cursing herself internally for being so weak.
It was just a moment of tenderness, so why were you utterly bewitched by it?
Had you forgotten everything that happened before?
Nan Xi, oh Nan Xi, could you please be a little stronger?
"Lu Jianshen, may I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"In your heart, what am I to you?"
"My wife," Lu Jianshen said.
Despite his seemingly certain and affectionate answer, why did Nan Xi feel so heartbroken upon hearing it?
Her chest ached, a sourness welling up as Nan Xi smiled, "Thank you for your answer, but do you really regard me as your wife? Or perhaps just a wife on the family register."
