Di Mingchen said this, and Nangong Ran’s tears flowed even more profusely, her heart feeling a bit wronged. She couldn’t help but struggle and lightly punch him, "Di Mingchen, you scoundrel, you liked me but didn’t say earlier. Do you know how upset I was when I thought you didn’t like me!"
The girl’s voice choked with sobs, her words playful, and her constant twisting in his arms—all of this made Di Mingchen feel particularly conflicted.
It was impulsive yet heart-wrenching.
"My fault, Xiaoran..." Di Mingchen held her tightly, enclosing her small and frail body firmly in his embrace. "I used to fear my busy life meant I couldn’t spend time with you, feared you’d not want this kind of life. I was more afraid of the dangers and uncertainties my profession brings.
I feared one day when you wake up and don’t see me, you’d think something happened to me. I feared even more that one day something truly does happen to me, and you..."
"Brother, don’t say anymore!" Nangong Ran quickly covered his mouth with her hand.
Di Mingchen’s brows softened in an instant, kissing her palm with a consuming tenderness, "Xiaoran."
His eyes were incredibly gentle and deep, the sound of him calling her name was so beautiful.
Xiaoran, Xiaoran, she loved how he called her this.
Listening to his words left her both shocked and deeply moved—Di Mingchen had liked her all along!
He dared not approach her; he refused her several times simply because he didn’t want her to bear all these!
It turns out this love was far heavier, deeper, more intense than imagined, making her eyes sting with pain.
It turns out the man she fell for truly was an upright and outstanding man.
Di Mingchen looked at her, gently pulling away her hand, kissing her tears gently from the corners of her eyes, softly asking, "Xiaoran, stop crying, alright?"


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