"Hmm, hmm!" She nodded repeatedly, thinking in her heart: Just get through tonight first.
She felt that Shaocheng was just angry with her. He might still be upset, but he cared about her. This self-awareness buoyed her mood. Even if he wore a cold expression, it wouldn't obstruct her gradually warming heart. Because she knew, his heart was warm.
Don't ask her how she knew.
After spending so much time together, it was only natural to sense that gentle, furtive affection.
If she couldn't even feel this, she must be blind.
The situation was so urgent that he'd rushed over to shield her from the glass, despite being so far away. How could such an action be of a man who didn't want a woman?
When she revisited past events, she pondered that Shaocheng was probably angry because she didn't bear him a child, because she'd contemplated an abortion. Was that domineering man really so intolerant of any defiance from her?
A feeling of constriction welled up inside her...