I don't know if it was because she was shy or because she feared his answer wouldn't be what she wanted to hear.
She couldn't help but bury her face into his chest, taking in his familiar scent deeply.
Does it even matter?
What's love, after all?
Whether it's friendship, familial affection, or just habit, it didn't change the fact that in a month, she would be the one walking down the aisle with him. She would be the one spending the rest of her life with him, raising children and growing old together.
What kind of feelings they were—did it really matter?
Gu Junzhu hooked her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. "Ye Xiaobei, I feel like you're acting strange today. What's wrong? Did someone upset you?"
"No," Ye Xingbei shook her head with a smile. "Maybe I just don't feel well… and it's making me a little fragile…"
