He suddenly reached out and took Mi Shen's hand.
Mi Shen trembled slightly, did not refuse, just curled her fingertips slightly inside the palm he held.
"Shenshen, I don't care what others say, as long as you trust me."
Mi Shen bit her lip, staring at the hand he was clutching in his palm.
Trust him?
Of course, she did.
It was just that one hurdle in her heart that she always found difficult to overcome.
Every time she closed her eyes and remembered the scene of him holding the knife handle, her heart ached as if it was about to split.
After a long silence in the room, Mi Shen closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I trust you."
The thick gloom in the man's eyes cleared in an instant, the light in his eyes startlingly bright, and the hand holding her wrist tightened slightly, "Shenshen~~"
Mi Shen's cheeks turned a slight shade of red, and she murmured softly, "I'm hungry, I want to eat."
"I'll go buy something for you."
Mi Shen stared at his hand, "I'll just eat this."