Fang Lin's throat tightened. It seemed like all her memories of pain had been rewritten, and now they were a beautiful dream.
"What about Jin Shuren?" Fang Lin ventured carefully, her heart heavily pounding. "Have you ever fought with him?"
From across the room, Jin Shuren's hand stilled briefly over the armrest. Jin Zhou, too, froze, both men keenly aware of how fragile this line of questioning had become.
"My husband?" Yueyao's lips curved into a faint smile, her tone unwavering. "No… never. We have always been a harmonious and happy couple." She paused, fingers absentmindedly smoothing Yueqin's hair. "But sometimes, I feel there's distance between us. Perhaps we did quarrel once, and I simply don't recall…"
Fang Lin leaned closer, almost whispering. "Why do you say so?"
