The large hand behind her head suddenly paused.
Su Shu lowered her long eyelashes.
After a while, the warm palm was still gently stroking her hair.
After waiting a moment, she heard Tang Zelin's gentle voice coming from behind her.
"I have no questions, you are my wife. Whatever you want to say, I'll listen."
Upon hearing this, Su Shu couldn't help but shrink into herself, drifting further into his embrace.
Tang Zelin understood and embraced her tighter with his arms.
All along, he had known that he married a woman who deeply lacked a sense of security.
In her youth, without the love or protection of parents, she obsessed over a man who could not respond to her affections. She locked herself away in a place difficult for others to reach, and the only warmth she had was what she provided for herself.
Whenever he occasionally realized these things, a tinge of pity inevitably arose from the depths of his heart.
He didn't know this when he first met her.