Seeing Cheng Qiaobei's grave expression, Chen Ningxi turned down the volume of the TV, "Speak, what is it?"
Cheng Qiaobei held the cup with both hands, his face hesitant. On the way back, he had rehearsed countless times how to start, but when facing her, he became indecisive, cautious, and reserved.
Perhaps, this was the fear of losing her that was affecting his courage.
"Cheng Qiaobei." Chen Ningxi called out to him.
Cheng Qiaobei looked up, gazing directly at her, "Ning Xi, regarding myself, there might be aspects you're not yet aware of."
"Cheng Qiaobei, just say whatever you have to say; don't beat around the bush. It's not like you. Besides, you said it yourself, we should be honest with each other, there's nothing we can't talk about." Chen Ningxi moved closer, "This matter you speak of, is it about yourself, or another woman?"