Bao Yancheng's eyes glimmered faintly with a hint of coldness, fleeting and indistinguishable. Wen Wanzi only caught the concern and pain in his gaze.
"Wanzhi, what made you suddenly think this way?"
He couldn't bring himself to deceive Wen Wanzi by casually reassuring her, saying everything will be fine—our family, our child, they'll all be safe.
He too had suspected countless times that Bao Yanzhen's silence must mean he was planning something.
While he was still wrestling with his thoughts, Wen Wanzi sighed softly. She lowered her head with a helpless smile.
"I know... maybe I'm just overthinking, but I truly feel drained. I really don't want to pretend anymore."
Bao Yancheng sighed, his gaze laced with spoiling affection. He reached out and pulled the wool blanket around Wen Wanzi tighter.
"Wanzhi, your worries are valid. I completely understand."
The man paused, his tone turning slightly lighter.