Their eyes met, one pair deep and bottomless, the other clear and bright, in a kind of wordless silence.
After a while, Gao Han finally murmured, not very sure of himself, "Do you care?"
Ning Ruixi thought that this was definitely not the time to be shy. Some questions of principle cannot be avoided. She didn't know what she had done that would lead the man to such a "don't care" assumption, a sense of grievance swelling in her heart. Staring accusingly at the man in front of her, Ning Ruixi, pushing through shyness, said word by word, "You are my husband, if I don't care about you, who else would I care about?"
But Gao Han couldn't help wanting to laugh, only this laugh, no matter how one looked at it, was bitter. His already deep eyes were now like they were shrouded in fog, even more obscure as to what they were hiding inside. It was just the kind of sorrowful, heavy emotion that made Ning Ruixi feel an inexplicable suffocation.