"But... wasn't that how it was in the past...?"
Shen Xinghui saw that Ignatius's face looked incredibly hurt.
"I'm not talking about the past, and honestly, I can't bear to hear it, it's too raw! So there's really not much meaning to it."
"No, it's fine. Yes, in the past, I did repeat those things. But those were with people who were only for business... They weren't people I truly wanted. And they, too, saw things in terms of money. I had obligations, and I was in a hurry."
Shen Xinghui felt a pang of guilt.
He had never wanted to make Ignatius uncomfortable or sad.
He truly didn't.
He wouldn't feel jealous of the past, he was sure of it.
Suddenly, Ignatius's hand touched his cheek.
He looked at him with soft eyes.
Shen Xinghui liked seeing those eyes soften, becoming tender and loving.