"Tell me," Song Chengfeng said as he handed her an apple, its skin carefully peeled to perfection, breaking the silence that lingered between them. "Tell me about your life in your world."
Though he still struggled to fully accept the truth—that the woman he loved didn't belong to his world—his desire to understand her life overpowered his unease. He wanted to know her, the real her, in the place she once called home.
Qi Jianyi accepted the apple, her movements deliberate as she used a fork to skewer a piece. Taking a small bite, she savoured the sweetness before responding.
"What do you want to know?" she asked, her voice calm but tinged with caution.
She wouldn't admit it openly, but after finally revealing the truth about her origins, Qi Jianyi felt an unfamiliar sense of peace. It was as if a storm of anxiety that had raged within her for so long had finally stilled.
