Gu Xijiu did not let him look. "It isn't hurt. You've only shattered that dagger." Her tone was light.
Di Fuyi loosened his breath. "That dagger wasn't good enough. Wait till I get back and craft one personally for you—it'll be a hundred times better than that other one!"
Gu Xijiu did not speak. There are times where the importance of a blade does not lie in its quality, but what it symbolizes instead.
Gu Xijiu has always been rational and could barely understand Di Fuyi's moment of anxiety at that situation, so she did not want to suspect him anymore.
Even though she had not betrothed to him, it had not been easy for them to come to this stage. Gu Xijiu understood how much he loved and valued himself; yet, it was merely an understanding—a bag of soreness had grown inside her heart.
However, compared to this bag of soreness, she was more concerned with another matter. "Were you once that princess's brother-in-law?"
