"I dreamed..." Di Jinxuan clutched tightly at his clothes. "I dreamed... I dreamed you were beaten to death by bad people..."
As she spoke, she couldn’t help but choke up again.
Nangong Jin’s heart instantly softened to the extreme. Oh, his dearest wife, she was truly so caring, worrying about his safety, so deeply concerned for his well-being.
"Silly girl." Nangong Jin indulgently kissed her brows and eyes. "It’s just a dream, don’t worry, don’t be scared. There are no bad people. Your husband is the worst of them all—who could possibly lay a hand on me? Dreams are the opposite of reality; it’s nothing, it’s nothing. I’m back now. Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid."
Nangong Jin gently comforted her, and Di Jinxuan obediently nestled in his arms, savoring his scent, his warmth. Like a little hamster, her small hands tightly gripped his clothes, especially docile and tame.
This was the first time Di Jinxuan had ever leaned into his embrace so delicately, so submissively, and so utterly attached and reliant on him.
A ripple of emotion surged in Nangong Jin’s heart, and his mesmerizing gaze instantly turned infinitely tender.
"My wife..." He held Di Jinxuan tightly, letting out a contented sigh while softly stroking her hair.
"Where did you go? Is everything resolved?" After a while in each other’s arms, Di Jinxuan finally spoke, her beautiful, wide eyes staring straight at Nangong Jin.
Those eyes held light, concern, gentleness, and longing.
That gaze left Nangong Jin feeling immensely fulfilled, a blissful sense of being cherished, needed, and loved. It felt so good.
But that same gaze made him feel a little guilty—it was simply too pure, untouched by the burdens of the world.

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