Bian Yue finished speaking, looking up at Shen Jinci with unease and helplessness spreading in her eyes.
Shen Jinci pinched Bian Yue's face and whispered, "Yueyue, why do you think I didn't tell you about these things?"
Bian Yue naturally responded, "Because you don't want me to worry."
"Is there a possibility that to me, those things are not important?" Shen Jinci spoke in his usual calm tone, looking down at Bian Yue with an even softer voice, "Yueyue, I don't know how much you overheard at the study's door, but I can assure you that the things Shen Zhaoli talked about, I don't care about them."
"You care about me," Bian Yue blurted out subconsciously.
After speaking, she felt embarrassed, biting her lip and blushing.
Shen Jinci's eyes held a smile, tender and focused on her, he sighed lightly and said, "Yes, I care about you."
Bian Yue thought, Shen Jinci was telling the truth.
But...
