Her brows furrowed as she stared at the floor, trying to push the thought away. But the weight of it didn't lift.
She felt her chest tighten, her mind spiraling.
What if... I've started moving on from Wu Changming, allowing myself to invest in this relationship... but it's him who isn't all in?
The silence between them grew heavier, and Wu Yuxuan, ever perceptive, caught the shift. He looked at her curiously, his gaze softening. "What is it this time?"
Chen Lin swallowed the growing knot in her throat. She didn't want to voice her doubts—didn't want to come off as petty—but it spilled out anyway. "Why is it that you never ask me anything about myself?"
Wu Yuxuan went quiet for a moment, his gaze thoughtful.
A flicker of something passed through his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to respond, then shut it again. He hadn't thought about it before—because, honestly, he never needed to.