Yaoyao… hush, don't cry my dear," He reached for her trembling hand, not minding the sting that still lingered on his cheek. His palm was warm, steady, and coaxed. "I would never push you to another man. You belong here, with me. Only me."
Yueyao shook her head, tears welling up, her lips quivering with confusion, "But… why would you say that? Why would you say I was his wife? I would never... never!" Her voice cracked, the denial fierce, yet her fragile body trembled as if even she wasn't sure of her own memories.
Jin Shuren brushed a strand of her hair back, his thumb lingering at the damp corner of her eye. "Because my mouth just slipped . I was wrong to scare you. Forgive me, hm? You dn't have to say anything, I trust you as much as you trust me."
Her wide eyes searched his face, torn
Without another word, he slid an arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her into his embrace with ease.
Yueyao startled, a small gasp escaping from her lips. "Shuren…?"
