Yes, he messed up. He has always been so protective towards her, yet he couldn’t handle the situation with Di Xiaxia appropriately.
"Stop talking, baby." Di Mingjue kissed her. "I’m sorry, it was all my fault. I promise it won’t happen again, okay? I only love you, I only care about you, and I only dote on you. I promise you a lifetime of exclusive devotion, and sincere love. Can you stop being mad at me? It really hurts me when you’re like this for the past few days. Gu Xiaoqi, can you please stop tormenting me?"
His voice was extremely hoarse, like sand that had been ground by a grinding wheel.
Tears from Gu Qibao kept flowing nonstop. As she looked at his handsome yet somewhat haggard face, all her grievances, all her sadness, all her longing, and all her care collapsed in an instant.
She hugged him, crying like a child, choking out the words, "Husband, I’m sorry."
I’m sorry, because I love you.
I’m sorry, because I’m so, so scared of losing you.
I’m so, so afraid.
Because you’re amazing, and I am nowhere near it.
Because Di Xiaxia is better than me, that’s why I’m jealous.
Because of jealousy, that’s why I sought affirmation.
Because of seeking affirmation, that’s why I became willful.
And so, thank you, my dear Mr. Di. Thanks for tolerating my willfulness, thanks for indulging my caprice.
As Gu Qibao hugged him tightly, unwilling to let him go, she breathed in his scent and listened to his words. It was only then that she realized that he had unknowingly become even more important to her than she ever thought possible.
So important that she wanted to own his entirety and all his life.
Di Mingjue also held her tightly, wishing he could grind her into his bones and blood.
Her tiny body was trembling terribly due to the crying, evoking a heart-wrenching pity.
Di Mingjue never knew that he, too, could have a day where he would be emotionally weak.
He never knew that he, too, could have a day where he would tolerate someone unconditionally.
If loving you is soon to become a habit in my life, well then, I love this habit.
"It’s okay." He gently patted her back, his voice was cold, but filled with tenderness.



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