Huo Jingting noticed her intention and pressed down on her shoulder to stop her from moving, "Xiaoqiao, some small matters I don't want you to worry about anymore."
"But by keeping it from me like this, I'm equally uneasy."
Huo Jingting's thin lips pressed against her forehead, "If it's necessary to tell, I will tell you."
It's not that he doesn't want to say, it's just that... he can't.
He doesn't want to lie to her, so he can't find another excuse to brush it off, yet he really can't tell her the truth.
Huo Jingting's large hand slid down her spine, his gaze intensely fixed on her, his voice slightly hoarse, "Xiaoqiao, can I ask you a question?"
Gu Nanqiao was puzzled, "What question?"
"Am I very important to you?" He wanted to know if he was important enough in her heart to be forgiven for a mistake inadvertently made.
Gu Nanqiao pressed her lips tight, but the answer was clearly evident in her eyes.
