He never complained or said he was tired, but she could see the pressure on his shoulders had never lifted.
He held himself to too high a standard, always shouldering every burden.
With him, you never had to worry about a thing. Whenever trouble arose, you could just hide behind him. It was incredibly reassuring.
That was the Fei Jin from the original story—always cleaning up Wen Xiuxiu's messes, like an omnipotent savior.
But Song Qingya wasn't Wen Xiuxiu.
She didn't need a hero who was always perfect. She wanted a real person.
But that wasn't what Song Qingya wanted for him.
She hoped he could relax a little, show his weakness from time to time, and be vulnerable with her.
She wasn't asking him to become a different person, only that he didn't always have to be hard as iron.
Looking at the tall man before her—who could now pout, play weak, and even use a few little tricks—Song Qingya held back a smile as her heart began to beat a little faster.
