"Did you mean it?"
Mo Shian's question was spoken quietly, but Xia Weiwei could hear the uncertainty hidden beneath his calm voice.
His fingers were intertwined with hers, yet his hold was loose, as though he was afraid she would pull away if he held her too tightly.
The happiness and amusement that had filled the room slowly disappeared.
Weiwei looked into his ocean-blue eyes and felt a sharp pain in her heart.
She had spent the past few days showing him affection, inviting him back into their bedroom, sharing meals with him, going on dates, and publicly acknowledging their marriage.
However, two months of pain could not be erased by a few happy days.
Moreover, in Mo Shian's memories, she had changed suddenly.
One day, she had treated him like an enemy and wanted nothing to do with him. The next day, she had begun smiling at him, calling him intimately, and claiming she wanted to protect their marriage.
Anyone would be suspicious.
